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I was just laying in bed not really ready to get up yet, so I had one of those quick ten minute dreams. I'm not really sure where I was, but I was sitting somewhere with my one leg resting on my other knee, and I noticed a big pimple on my lower leg. I went to pop it and all this thick, white foam starting coming out of my leg. Like, a lot of white foam. Like, a pile of white foam. Apparently my leg was filled with it because I had to push on all the skin around the opening to get it all out.

& all the while, I kept hearing people talking who weren't there, and this song:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zg49Hq4mO8[/youtube]

It was a weird ten minutes.

@bhendy: creative shit xD

@bob: you sound like maynard xD

I also used to write down my dreams. But I got really god at remembering them and just stopped cuz I'm lazy, I guess.

yah. and i can TOTALLY tell if my subconscious is bored with what's going on in life. like, if i get stuck in a rut and it's just work, sludge through practice, not reading anything good or learning...... fucking boring or no dreams. when i'm happy with what's going on and feeling....... stimulated? WAY more interesting stuff in Slumber Land. fuck cheaiah.

i went through a phase last year where i'd get really fucking high before i went to bed and lucid dream.

Havent had any dreams to remember ina while. But a few hyper violent nightmares!

in recent months i have dreams in series that last for a week or longer--sometimes for several weeks--where the same basic stuff happens in the dream in the same location(s) with the same characters but the plot line is advanced somewhat in time with every iteration. this is a totally new thing. i wonder if it's due to the different antidepressant i'm taking nowadays, but it started several months after i switched meds. there's always weird, confusing conflicts going on, typically involving family members, lovers, close friends, or people that i'm collaborating with. i spend inordinate amounts of dreamtime freaking out, running around, and screaming at people. maybe that's how i get rid of the utterly insane amount of anxiety i'm currently hauling around.

I had this dream that I was talking to this chick at a restaurant and this guy just walked up and started starring at us, and when I asked him what was up, he just started beat boxing. Then the girl and I started rapping this in perfect harmony:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GZAXE3-srfM[/youtube]

I was in a place that seemed like Russia, and accidentally hit a small child with a rock. I went over to see if he was okay, and I held him, and talked with him.

Then i was laying down in a dark room, with Greys looking down at me. They said that everything would be okay. That bad people were coming, but they were going to make sure that we (humans) were okay. But they didn't actually talk, I just felt what they were saying.

The rest of my dream was disjointed and changed a lot, but that part was fucking weird. I've had dreams about aliens since I was a kid, but they've never interacted with me.

I had a dream a few years ago in which I was a gardener in the ground of some hotel. While I was doing my gardening thing some guy in a tux taps me on the shoulder and says that some ruffians are disrupting his evening tea party. I turn to my left and there's a fucking huge tea party, a bit opulent kind of victorian looking one. The guy points over my shoulder to the actual hotel building which was made out of a solid piece of marble. The guy throws a handful of five hundred euro bills at me and tells me to "Deal with those ruffians." As it turns out the ruffians are Ant and Dec (Incredibly annoying tv presenters off English tv) and were tossing TV's and various pices of furniture out the top floor of the Hotel. Suddenly the garden becomes some sort of ring and I proceed to graphically beat both of them to death with a shovel.


I'm pretty sure this was the exact expression they had right before I hit them with the shovel:

bob the r0bot wrote:I had this dream that I was talking to this chick at a restaurant and this guy just walked up and started starring at us, and when I asked him what was up, he just started beat boxing. Then the girl and I started rapping this in perfect harmony:

I cracked up reading that

My dream last night consisted of me checking the DIY forum over and over again because I kept reading that one thread as "covering a pedal in peanut butter?". I did it for hours. What a fantastic experience.

Dreamed Takeda Shingen[/url] was sitting by the end of my bed, sharing war memories and discussing the essence of pain with me. I said my hand and neck feels like a nerve pressure point being pressed - for days! And he laughed heartily, drinking sake since from two cups since You can't have any for Your medication anyway

I'm drugged the hell out of my mind with painkillers actually. Badly inflammeted trapezoid got worse, got that in the left shoulder too, and a cramp in my neck. Excruciating nerve tension pain I can compare only to a horrible toothache. But I woke up laughing for the sake joke.

Achtane wrote:My dream last night consisted of me checking the DIY forum over and over again because I kept reading that one thread as "covering a pedal in peanut butter?". I did it for hours. What a fantastic experience.

My friend had a dream where my roommate was playing a guitar hooked up to a burlap sack of some sort, and so he got out an SM-57 and mic'd it, and it was the sickest black metal ever, even though my roommate definitely doesn't listen to black metal.

theavondon wrote:My friend had a dream where my roommate was playing a guitar hooked up to a burlap sack of some sort, and so he got out an SM-57 and mic'd it, and it was the sickest black metal ever, even though my roommate definitely doesn't listen to black metal.

Doesn't surprise me, burlap is the most brutal fabric.

zomie thread ARISE.

huh. just had this hella vivid dream. i lived in the HOOD, but nobody fucked with me 'cause i was from there. i was out taking care of some stuff and there were two thugs that were known for jacking people all the time. one looked like Method Man and the other like an all tatted up and thuggy Ii Work Out Too Much Justin Timberlake.  

one of them started following me so i crossed the street and the other one came out an alley and joined his boy. so i started jogging, they followed, a chase ensued, and i  ended up ducking out of their sight and making it to a friend's mom's house. but she was only about 40 and looked just like Bai Ling (i fucking LOVE Bai Ling). her and i hid but they ended up breaking in and looking around. found us, tied her up, started to tie me up and were talking about all the rape stuff they were going to do to her.  i wasn't tied up that well so i slipped free and the fightings happened. in my dreams, i win every fight, have sex with everyone, and fly... so.... i won. ended up stabbing the Yoked Up Timberlake in the chest and had Not Method Man on the ground with a handgun in the back of his head. while he was crying about how he was sorry, he had three baby momma's to take care off, etc, Hawt Younger Looking Bai Ling was screaming in his ear. 

"not so tough now are you bitch? you gonna rape ME? looks like YOU about to get fucked! with BULLETS.  about to take the hardest dick EVER. THROUGH YOUR ASS AND OUT YOUR SKULL CAP. SHOOT THIS FUCKING BITCH."

apparently... Bai Ling is fucking HARD. i told her of course this fucker was going to die, but did she want to hurt him first. so we had a decently long, rational discussion, my foot on UnMethod Man's neck and a gun in pointed at his face, about the pros and cons of just killing someone or torturing them for a long time first. as we went through different things to do to people and whether the added risk of getting caught was overpowered by the good feelings and memories created by making them watch as you cut parts off of them Methodless Man's face went from horrified, to angry,  to rebellious, to just PUZZLED at some of the stuff we talked about. when we finally agreed there wasn't enough time or materials at her place to do it right, let's (her words not mine) "just shoot this stupid motherfucker then you can get up inside me"' he started blubbering again about how he'd change, i said something like, "fo sho. from being an ALIVE rapist ass bitch to a DEAD rapist ass bitch. see ya." and ended him. 

THEN Bai Ling and i started pre-emptive sex stuff and talking about what we'd do to each other, enticed each other with weird phrased thngs like Be My Ass Doctor and I Want To Hear My Ancestors Cry and we just.... just got DOWN. did stuff that would make baby Jesus cry and baby Beelzebub blush and be jealous. 

THEN when we're cuddling 8 or 9 hours later, a pair of worn out MESSES (my dream, i'm the best at EVERYthing), she's flipping through some tv channels and there's a news report about how they are looking for an unidentified white sounding male, "identification was difficult, his voice was quiet and deep, some of our experts described it as similar to Grover from Sesame Street", and what SOUNDED like a really hawt Chinese woman. they "received a call at a station, then heard a very disturbing situation play out". and then the news show played tapes that were the audio of what we'd just gone through. 

....... i"d pants-dialled 911. yeah. 

THEN i ended up helping Bai Honey hide ("they just want me baby.... you stay safe." "oh BEN!!") and turned myself in. went to court, proved they had used undisclosed technology to turn on the whole block's cell phone's without anybody knowing and lucked into hearing what went down, the case got thrown out because even though i admitted doing it their evidence was all obtained illegally and was therefore inadmissible, which not only ended that trial but double jeopardy meant i could not be tried for the same crime again. i became world wide famous, we changed our band name from Blood Party to Blood Party Shoots Rapists In The Face, blew the fuck up, did our Rokk Star thing....

twas a good dream. tried to go back to sleep and fall back into it, but. alas. i'm out of sleeping ability right now.