[Deepsycher]

Last night I remember being in a a sort of second hand multi hardware shop with an old odd wooden layout. The people had light all positive sounding accents strange to me, I spent some money on food and the way they served the food was unusual to me.

I was looking around on a field with stalls and there were cases of display guns. I was talking to someone as we walked round the gun stalls but I can't remember the conversation or who it was.

Earlier today in a sleep:

After seeing purple blue colours which is unusual for me another person was doing something at the side of my bed, cleaning up something but I am not exactly sure and then sat on the side of the bed so I got up and went to toilet as I felt like I needed to go. I ran out of tissue so I reached for another roll from a cabinet a just brought.

Minutes later I got woken up as someone called me for food. I did feel the need to go to toilet and I did ran out of paper and reached in the cabinet for another roll.

Seems like some of dreams reflect the events of my day in a backward pattern.

[EwokHunter]

I dreamed about a magic world of elves...yep it was beautiful but I hate it....that reminded me that I was one time registered in a forum of an elf, now I returned here, thanks dream.

[mireaux7]

I keep having this recurring dream. the dream doesnt recurr too often, i'd say maybe once every 2 years seems to be the frequency. But the dream I have is that I still have one more year of high school to complete, which of course would be the senior year.

in the dream i seem to think much about it. like its this huge obstacle i must finally over come. its the end of the long 13 year stretch since kindergarten of having to go to school every year.

it seems like freshman year is not really a true high school year, since a lot of high schools are not 4 year schools, and only feature sophomore, junior, & senior grades. so, freshman year is like a prepatory year for high school much in the same that kindergarten is a prepatory year for grade school.

so, if freshman year is a prepatory year, then sophmore year is an introductory year, junior year is a transitional year, and senior year is a testomonial year that evaluates your total comprised academic knowledge obtained over the whole course of what you learned over the past 12 years.

i think the reason i have this recurring dream is cause my parents never really stressed to me the true importance of high school. school overall is actually very important, in fact, so important it is, that if you take a child who,.all through out every grade they attend has made straight A+ on every test, every paper, every class..and then graduates high school. theres a good chance that same child (now a teen, obviously) is going to have several colleges knocking at his/her door offering 100% paid scholarships to choice universities.

there are those kids in school that seem so obsessed with academics that they tune out pretty much all forms of social networking. friends, dating, sports, band, parties, etc. all they want to do is study, study, study,..and make the best possible grade on every paper.

these kids are the ones that get the free paid scholarships, go to college, graduate with masters and earn big bucks, drive luxury cars and live in exquisitely nice homes. it seems like a wonderful life, but they had to sacrifice their youth to earn a glorious adult life.

i wasnt exactly a class-A nerd in school, but I wasnt a dumbass either. I fit somewhere in the middle of all the masses. I think the reason I have this dream is to see, if I could go back, what would I do different?

[Bond]

Recently, I've had Harry Potter dreams, such as one where Lupin is teaching Divination, or another where the entire Slytherin Quidditch team is replaced by this corporate-based entity led by some guy called Max (I know it's weird, but stay with me, here).

Another dream I've had was this weird version of the James Bond movie A View to a Kill, except Roger Moore and Christopher Walken are just playing golf! Also, there were these weird black intertitles, like the ones in a silent movie.

Then, another one I had was of some nuclear holocaust involving crop dusters. I was stuck in this big field country (it might have been the Midwest), and the sky was a deep crimson instead of blue. I remember some bits about a bedroom with odd wallpaper and jumping from one house to another, and then I woke up in a log cabin bedroom to be introduced to my personal trainer, some schlub wearing a grey tracksuit. At this, I KNEW it was a dream, and woke up to find my bedsheets entangled around me.

[Slade]

Mr. OceansMireaux: I don't think that missing out on the social ostracisation, cliques, groupthink, etc. during high school in favor of studying somehow puts one at a loss, socially. College and after high school is the time when the really strong bonds between people start forming. Yes, some people keep a lot of friends from high school and have great relationships with them, but the relationships we form when we're in the final stretches of becoming adults tend to be stronger bonds than going to class and playing on the swingset together.

I've had a whole lot of very weird dreams recently, but they all escape me at the moment.

This post has been edited by Slade: 16 July 2007 - 02:11 PM

[mireaux7]

Mr. Oceans: I don't think that missing out on the social ostracisation, cliques, groupthink, etc. during high school in favor of studying somehow puts one at a loss, socially. College and after high school is the time when the really strong bonds between people start forming. Yes, some people keep a lot of friends from high school and have great relationships with them, but the relationships we form when we're in the final stretches of becoming adults tend to be stronger bonds than going to class and playing on the swingset together.

I've had a whole lot of very weird dreams recently, but they all escape me at the moment.

were you referring to my post? ..who is mr. oceans?

[Slade]

were you referring to my post? ..who is mr. oceans?

Oh, hmm. Yeah, I got you mixed up completely. Modly powers, go!

You saw nothing!

[Bond]

Ooo-kay. Whatever you say, Sergeant Shultz...

[Slade]

In the dream I had last night, I was in some kind of underground tunnel bazaar place, and I was stocking up on tools from a shop Oregon Trail style. I had just finished talking to my friend, some dude in a coat and a grey knit cap, and he had twinked himself out with a bunch of feats that would give him the edge over travelling to where we had to go via tunnel, so he had falling rock protection, extra carrying weight, that sort of thing. He also had something that let him use modern guns supplied by the military instead of our regular crappy guns, but it was more like an agreement to trade or something, rather than him being enlisted.

So I was logging around my super heavy backpack, carrying mining equipment, wagon wheels and axels, food, etc, and I realized I needed to get a wagon and a pickaxe, so I went to where the shop in this tunnel was, and they had replaced the shop with some sort of fast food chicken place! So I went to look for another shop, and there was ANOTHER chicken place right around the corner, and there were about seventy people in a very unorganized line. I picked my way through it and into a larger, open, mall-airport terminal area, and discovered I had no idea where I was going, so I asked a woman who was kinda olderish and had poofy, medium brown hair, and she pointed to a sign that was literally right next to me indicating where I had to go. Apparently, this was some sort of orienteering exercise. I followed the signs to an elevator, except there were no buttons inside.

It went down one floor on its own as I stepped inside, and it was very big, like a freight elevator. There was no door, so I could see the wall outside of the elevator. It was made entirely of standard red brick. I came out to where I was supposed to be, which was some kind of hiking orienteering thingy sort of thing. I was right in the middle of the female instructor giving some kind of warm-up workout lesson to everyone, but she was not signalling them to change positions, so I guessed that they had already been briefed before it started. They were laying down on the ground, arms behind their heads, legs in the air, doing that bicycle thing. The slightly overweight and pretty tall dude by the table I was standing at was pretty red from the effort. The room was a basementish classroom thing, with a table on the right relative to my coming off the elevator, and a few windows, out which I could see that it was 5-7pm, Spring timeish. After a moment I realized I left my backpack upstairs by where I asked for directions, and I turned to get it and it was already on the table. I figured someone snuck it down here while I was surveying the scene. Most people were in white exercise clothes.

[Bond]

I had a very odd dream last night about Trilby. He was leading me by the hand into a cave. That's all I remember.

[reiner]

I had an interesting set of dreams the other night. Essentially the first one took place in a small hall with doors at each end, off white walls and fluorescent lights. Each set of doors were being held close by myself and a bunch of other 'survivors' from a double edge assault of zombies. The holdout was exhausting and eventually the doors gave way. We tried pushing them back with broom handles and fire extinguishers and whatever else was at hand. Slowly they closed in on the last couple of us. Then I woke up.
I was pissed. I wanted to know what happened. So I went back to sleep and had a strange dream that kept switching between me kicking a shark in the face and then playing with a sea anenome. I wanted zombies >:(

[Bond]

Holy crap, you have strange dreams...

[Lollerwaffle]

"Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which, if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or a Shakespeare." - H.F. Hedge

I just had the strangest dream, but even as I think about it now, it's slipping away.



I was...a goblin of some kind. My kind despised humans. I belonged to some sort of special group of others of my kind. Not all of them were goblins, but they were all most certainly evil. I had all of the memories and thoughts, the persona of the being that I was, yet I did not interact with this evil entitiy that I belonged to until later on in the dream.



At the beginning, I am outside of an extravagent mansion. This mansion belonged to one of my kind. I have the knowledge that this being has since died, and has left the mansion to my organization to aid us in our cause. There are flower beds all around the building. The flowers have gone long without care, and I am tidying up by yanking the dead stems and roots out, and tossing them aside. The thought crosses my mind that I'm just creating a bigger mess, but then I think to myself that the humans must have some type of cleaning service to take care of what I was tossing outside of the boundaries of the donated property. There is a human lady behind me, talking to me. It is strange...I feel disdain and general dislike for her, but I do not feel hatred, nor do I have the desire to kill her, like others of my kind would. I cannot remember what we talk about, but I do recall intereacting with her. Now this is where it gets trippy. Eventually, she asks me if it is true that water burns my skin, even though it is a necessary component of life for humans. I confirm her curiousity, and she pulls out a water pistol, and begins squirting me. The water stings. I warn her to stop, that this is not a game. She keeps on, laughing, saying it can't possibly be enough to cause me harm. True, it is a light stream, and the sting feels equivalent to that of a jellyfish sting. But I am getting angry. Suddenly, I turn on her, and glare, death in my eyes. She drops the pistol and slinks away, her back towards the building. She nearly trips over a flower bed. I am about to advance on her, when I feel another stream of water, at my back. I turn to find a small human boy, aiming another water pistol at me. I tell him to stop....he giggles, and continues. Finally, I lose it. I lunge at him...I toss the gun into some bushes, and wrap my long fingers around the boys neck, and slowly begin to choke the life out of him. He gags and struggles in my arms. I let go before he loses conciousness. It is strange...I know my kind kill humans without mercy, yet I still do not want to kill the child. He scrambles up and runs toward the bushes where I threw the gun. The stinging water is shooting at me again, and I am in complete shock of this young boy's audacity. He is actually laughing still! I just nearly choked the life out of him. I am so confused. My face is contorted with rage...I speak to him. I tell him that if he doesn't stop that I will remove his head cleanly from his shoulders. And then his mother steps in. I don't even know where she came from. The dream is really distorted now, and nothing makes sense. The mother turns on me, and starts screaming. She says that it's just a little water, what the hell did I think I was doing attacking a small child like that?! She's making me really angry. I can feel myself trashing about in my sleep. I am dreaming lucidly, as I often do. Everything is so real, and I can control it, but somewhere, in the back of my mind, I know that I can leave this reality if only I push myself hard enough; jar myself into consciousness again.



Screams rend the air around me. The mother has brought more humans with her. But these are not their warcries I hear. The others in my dark faction have arrive as well, and they are upon the humans in a flash, ripping their limbs apart. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one of my allies. She nods at me, and tosses me a red balloon filled with what seems to be regular air. (Yeah, really, the part of my mind that is 'Nicole' is thinking "wtf?" here, but the part of me that is this evil goblin feels that everything is perfectly normal.) I catch the balloon, taking care not to pop it with my sharp nails. In a frenzied rage, I turn on the young boy's mother. Her back is to a tree, and she is wimpering. I pounce on her, and hold the balloon to the side of her face. She is screaming, crying, coughing, sputtering....but I do not relent. "This is just a balloon," I snarl at her. "It shouldn't bring you so much harm. After all, you didn't think that I, a goblin, would be scalded by a little H2O. What's the problem, Miss? Having trouble breathing?" I watch in delight as the life is drained out of this woman as I keep the balloon pressed to her face. Soon, she has slipped out of conciousness. I still do not stop. I stare at her callously, making sure that the balloon is touching her until her very last breath leaves her lips.



And then, I wake up! Strange, eh? I can't imagine what my dreams would be like if I were drugging it up, though this could be the result of a little too much Nyquil last night. I'm trying my hardest to get over a summer cold. Atleast it's got me writing something again, even if it makes little sense and it's not quality work.

[Bond]

I had an odd dream involving Allan Sherman last night. He was singing songs in that silly voice of his, and Herb Alpert was playing along. There was a bit with whipped cream, and that's pretty much all I remember.

[Mirithorn]

I keep dreaming I'm suffocating, which I suspect may be due to a tendency to repeatedly lie face down on my pillow.