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Author Topic: Wacko dreams  (Read 223892 times)

Turtlekid1

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« Reply #855 on: May 11, 2010, 08:31:04 PM »
I think that's "rite of passage."
"It'll say life is sacred and so is death
but death is life and so we move on"

« Reply #856 on: May 12, 2010, 09:32:14 AM »
It isn't, just because I say it isn't.
I only watch [adult swim]

Chupperson Weird

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« Reply #857 on: May 12, 2010, 10:11:20 AM »
(it actually is)
That was a joke.

« Reply #858 on: May 12, 2010, 10:15:45 AM »
Still feeling special I see.
I only watch [adult swim]

Turtlekid1

  • Tortuga
« Reply #859 on: May 12, 2010, 10:59:20 AM »
Snooping Snarking as usual, I see.
"It'll say life is sacred and so is death
but death is life and so we move on"

« Reply #860 on: May 12, 2010, 11:03:23 AM »
<-------(actually is)
I only watch [adult swim]

Chupperson Weird

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« Reply #861 on: May 12, 2010, 11:39:33 AM »
There's nothing special about spelling.
That was a joke.

ShadowBrain

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« Reply #862 on: June 25, 2010, 09:37:03 AM »
Spelling correctly, on the other hand...

I had a dream that wasn't inherently strange but, in retrospect, could be one of the most bizarre I've had in recent memory. The setup: I was a having a party inside my mind. And I don't mean that I was just dreaming about a party, but that, in the context of the dream, I was holding a party--in a Psychonauts-esque fashion--in a physical manifestation of my thoughts. The majority of the people there were (seniors) from my old high school, and a considerable number of the girls were dressed like a combination between goths and sports referees, including that one girl I had a longstanding awkward connection with (and, herein, an equally awkward meeting). Nonetheless, I myself was intermittently confused at why certain things were the way they were, and then someone told me about how there are parts of our minds we're never really aware of. The main problem here was that I had difficulty telling what was weird because it was inside my mind and what was weird because the whole thing literally really was inside my mind.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #863 on: August 22, 2010, 07:44:34 PM »
In the months that I've been away, I've noticed a shift in the way I perceive my dreams as I am in them.  They've switched from being almost completely narrative to being extremely emtional.  Moments of extreme terror, happiness, confusion and awe.

One that is repetative is one where its late at night and I am home all alone laying on my living room floor looking out the window above me.  In highly relaxed state, my bliss quickly turns to unadulterated terror when I can see this spinning cube come across the sky over the distant hillside.  The only thing that comes to my mind is" Not now.  Why?  They're back again."  And then I waken.  As if I already realize the horrors in store for me.
I only watch [adult swim]

ShadowBrain

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« Reply #864 on: August 22, 2010, 09:06:22 PM »
I have similar "sinister UFO dreams".
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #865 on: August 22, 2010, 09:32:46 PM »
In my dreams, peoples' identities are often mismatched. Like, I might be talking to a friend or relative, but he or she looks like a different acquaintance, or even a complete stranger. Is this normal?
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Chupperson Weird

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« Reply #866 on: August 22, 2010, 11:56:47 PM »
It's happened to me once or twice. Not often though.
That was a joke.

CrossEyed7

  • i can make this whatever i want; you're not my dad
« Reply #867 on: August 23, 2010, 12:47:12 AM »
Several different dreams, from a few weeks ago:

  • There was some kind of turtle/frog race (they switched between turtles and frogs quite a bit, though I seem to remember them being turtles more often). I had to get my turtle/frog, whose name was Hector, to go all the way down this one path that would get him covered in bronze paint, and then get him to go down another path to the finish line. I was controlling him with a Wiimote. This had started out as a racing game on the Wii, somewhat reminiscent of Micro Machines Turbo 64 at times, which I think I was playing against my girlfriend. Pressing 2 sometimes made you go faster and sometimes made you jump, though I kept trying to flick the remote up to jump instead. Jumps could be of three different lengths, and the best way to control them seemed to be using the Game Boy Micro-style volume control rocker that was now on the side of the remote. A couple of times, I jumped with too high of an angle and my car/turtle/frog flipped up and backwards. I picked him up and put him back on the track. I think pressing 1 was the brake, along with several other things, and helped out a lot when taking sharp turns. At the end of the race, my frog/turtle seemed to be dying. Then I couldn't find him. I picked up a frog off the ground that I thought might be him, but then I realized it was too light to be him, and also was made of rubber.
  • Within one dream, I had a memory of having a dream that I'd accidentally drowned my cat. I was now in the dining room talking with my mom, and I asked her if the cat was nearby, since I couldn't remember if I'd actually drowned him or not. She pointed over to my side, where he was clearly alive and well. I felt quite relieved.
  • I was in the living room. I saw a magazine on the floor or something. I was wearing the shirt I was actually wearing in real life, but not pants. I gradually became more lucid around this time. I knew I was in a dream, and actually made decisions. I didn't change anything too drastic, as I was afraid it would take too much effort somehow and wake me up, so I just kept on picking up the magazine and reading it. I noticed that any given page would look a bit different every time I looked at it. I had to pee. I was about to take my clothes off and run outside and pee just for the heck of it, but I was afraid that if I did that, I might pee in real life, so I didn't do that.
  • Dr. Chase (from House) was unemployed. He had some weird business proposal that would involve him giving me $600 and me giving him a bunch of money that added up to a total that was either larger or smaller than $600 (can't remember which) and which might end up leading to him getting a job. I decided to go with it, but then he wasn't sure anymore.
"Oh man, I wish being a part of a Mario fan community was the most embarrassing thing about my life." - Super-Jesse

« Reply #868 on: August 23, 2010, 04:51:26 AM »
I have similar "sinister UFO dreams".
Not only do I get just mere dreams like that.  Maybe a couple times a month I get sleep paralysis, and I guess one of the main side effects of that is hypnagogic hallucinations.  When it happens, I'm completely aware of my surroundings but since I can't move,  I hear things, beings, shuffling around my room behind me.  I'm never able to scream.  The most I can ever do is mumble and jerk my limbs around a little.
I only watch [adult swim]

CrossEyed7

  • i can make this whatever i want; you're not my dad
« Reply #869 on: August 24, 2010, 08:24:38 AM »
I think this was mostly the same dream, but I don't remember how all three parts were connected. They were probably overlapping to some extent.



I was in a house with some old woman who was kind of a witch or vampire or something, and may have also been my girlfriend's mother, and didn't have any water in the house because the plumbing was weird and she apparently didn't need to drink water. Mud or something came out of all the faucets. It had been raining a lot for the last few days though, so she said half-jokingly that there was probably enough water in the family room to drink (having leaked through the ceiling).

The staircase to the second floor was quite pretty and ornate, but also very small and thin, and the individual steps were barely big enough to walk on with tiptoes, if even that. I wondered how one was supposed to go down the stairs when wearing heels, other than by trying to scale it like a mountain slope. I repeated the word slope a few times because it sounded funny.

The old lady had a bunch of cards from Clue laid out on a table, separated by type. They were several very different sizes, and all looked quite fancy. She said she had been borrowing the cards from the Clue game that was in the basement or garage (can't remember which). I told her she shouldn't do that so much, and took the cards upstairs to my room, where I found a Clue box and also a checkers and chess and backgammon set that was apparently also Clue. I later realized that neither of these were the set from the basement/garage.

I don't remember what happened in between here.

A movie was going on. A guy who looked kind of like the Architect from the Matrix except a lot nicer was telling a likeable-looking 30-something guy about time and brains and stuff. For some reason this part of the dream really reminded me of Inception while it was going on. He pointed out one part of the brain that was devoted to "closely examining 24-hour systems, giving the illusion of free will." Likeable-Looking Guy asked Nice Architect Guy about his love interest, at which point the movie slowly started morphing from an alternate version of Inception to an alternate version of Juno that had very little to do with Juno. His love interest was Juno. She was older, though still young enough that it seemed a bit weird, though that was a plot point. Nice Architect guy said that Alternate Juno ends up having 27 children, though he added that that was, of course, adding up all the kids she has in all her possible timelines. Likeable-Looking Guy asked if she ended up finding a nice enough guy. Nice Architect Guy said she did in several timeines, and that in none of the timelines he saw did she find anyone better than Likeable-Looking Guy. The two of them were suddenly made out of erasers as Likeable-Looking Guy turned, looking surprised.

Likeable-Looking Guy went to go see her, his confidence renewed. She was talking to some skateboarder kid who was significantly younger than her. He kissed her. She was surprised and said thank you (one of her character quirks in this movie was that she thanks people for kissing her). Skateboarder Kid found this weird and was probably gonna leave her, so the ending was probably gonna work out. Somewhere along here, things were back in my room in the old woman's house.

---

In my house, I was looking at our guinea pigs. I noticed a new one, which was shaped a bit differently. I started to pet it, and it didn't feel like it had any fur, even though it looked like it did. It felt a bit like a cross between an elephant and my dog where he's lost some fur (about the same warmth as my dog). I soon realized that this new guinea pig was actually a type of rat called a "desert kangaroo." He grew arms and started looking a bit like Saelt Marae, but with less hair, and a dark blue or sometimes white. His arms grabbed me and he talked to me a little.

---

I was in the mall, looking for jobs, or remembering when I was there looking for jobs before. In one store, I saw a group of about seven people, one of whom was Bill Kaulitz, who was pregnant. He was there on a date with a girl. He looked bored. They were trying out chairs in the store. His chair and hers were both reclined all the way back so they could lie down on them. His chair didn't have a headrest, so he had to put his head on another chair that was behind it. He said to her in a bored voice, "Look, my chair even comes complete with a headrest." She said, "No it doesn't." He said, "I know."

Since I'd already gotten a job, I didn't need to keep looking, and decided to just hang out in the mall for a while before my mom got back. I saw a sign in the mall talking about a bridge they were going to build. I later realized it was going to be a bridge to another branch of the mall several miles away. I and a friend of mine had seen that other branch when we were returning to civilization on a boat a few days ago, as I recalled. I decided to go see the other branch now while I had some time through the way that they currently had to get there. I saw a woman going to some stairs or something thinking that was the way there, but the stairs started moving and it was a very large escalator going down. The steps were shaped very irregularly and differently, and looked like they were flowing down like a waterfall. The woman realized that was the wrong way.

I turned around and saw another escalator going up, in the opposite direction. It was much thinner, just wide enough for one person, and didn't actually have any stairs on it -- it was just a conveyor belt going up. Within a second of seeing it, I was on it, going up. I got to the top, along with a bunch of other people, all in a room. I looked out the window of the room and realized we were in a boat, which had just cast off. A guy in a wheelchair had just barely made it onto the boat before it left.

The walls of the room fell off and I saw that there were multiple speedboats, which were built around Ski-Doos. All of the boats, including this one, were now small and had only one or two people on them, plus a driver. There was a rogue boat with no one on it and the steering handlebar broken off of the Ski-Doo bumping into some people and knocking them into the water. It pushed my boat into a corner or something that I couldn't get it out of. I figured I was about to wake up at this point, but somehow I got back into the water.

My boat got to some place where two guys were trading rhyming insults about politicians. After a little while, I realized that I was on the tropical island where the other branch of the mall was. There was a bazaar out in front of the mall, including a KFC tent with lots of stacks of chicken. KFC's slogan in this world, "We Serve Chicken Deliciously," was written across the top of the tent. I recalled that a few years ago, my mom had been part of the effort to change their slogan to that from "We Serve Chicken Delicious," to make it more grammatically correct. For the first time since then, I started to ponder whether it actually made a bit more sense the first way. I grabbed a piece of chicken from one of the stacks, but before I ate it, I looked around to see if I could just take one for free and eat it just like that. After looking a little, I saw the guy running the tent, behind more stacks of chicken, on the other side of the tent, talking to people and saying that they could try some and then pay a dollar to try more. I went back to the other side before the guy saw me. A black guy with a cool voice was selling some kind of cross between durians and artichokes, except he said they were monkeys. I went over to the back of the KFC tent and started eating the chicken I was holding. I woke up as I was eating it, and my mouth was watering quite a bit.
"Oh man, I wish being a part of a Mario fan community was the most embarrassing thing about my life." - Super-Jesse

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