Weird dreams....

[sydchick]

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I almost never dream. But I did have a dream the other night:

I was sitting at a cafe working on my second novel (because, apparently, the first one was a NY Times bestseller, bwhaha) and then all of a sudden a random comes up to me and is trying to hug me and is crying and everything.

Then everyone is hypnotised to sing along to One Crowded Hour by Augie March (I think that is because I had the on repeat the other night) and everyone is singing and then all of a sudden a huge tsunami comes and wipes out the entire street.

I end up in a shopping centre just floating around waiting to be rescued. I talk to some shoppers while I'm floating (I'm floating by holding on to an inflatable Eskimo Joe. Weird, I know) and they are all quite happy to talk and argue while we all wait to be saved.

When I'm saved from a being strangled by an inflatable Eskimo Joe (the other shoppers helped me, lol) I start freaking out that I've lost all my work for my novel and then someone yells 'What this?' and holds up a manuscript. I scream 'yes!' and they glide away on their jet-ski.

And then I woke up. Stupid phone alarm.

[Macdaddy.]

Originally Posted by sydchick

I almost never dream. But I did have a dream the other night:

I was sitting at a cafe working on my second novel (because, apparently, the first one was a NY Times bestseller, bwhaha) and then all of a sudden a random comes up to me and is trying to hug me and is crying and everything.

Then everyone is hypnotised to sing along to One Crowded Hour by Augie March (I think that is because I had the on repeat the other night) and everyone is singing and then all of a sudden a huge tsunami comes and wipes out the entire street.

I end up in a shopping centre just floating around waiting to be rescued. I talk to some shoppers while I'm floating (I'm floating by holding on to an inflatable Eskimo Joe. Weird, I know) and they are all quite happy to talk and argue while we all wait to be saved.

When I'm saved from a being strangled by an inflatable Eskimo Joe (the other shoppers helped me, lol) I start freaking out that I've lost all my work for my novel and then someone yells 'What this?' and holds up a manuscript. I scream 'yes!' and they glide away on their jet-ski.

And then I woke up. Stupid phone alarm.

Cool story. Who's next?

[sydchick]

It's a dream. Not a chapter in a book.

[Omie Jay]

Originally Posted by Macdaddy.

Cool story. Who's next?

me.

I had a pretty weird dream last night.

It started off with me being in some building, and there are lots of people around. I look out the window and i see this massive explosion far away, all this smoke rising and an eventual mushroom cloud forms.
I tell everyone to "GET DOWN, NOW!" as the shockwave of the nuclear blast blows in the windows and smoke fills the room.

Then the dream changed. I'm near some beach with people from my high school and some other high schools (they were wearing their yr12 jerseys). One guy (from a different highschool) wanted to start a fight with a guy from my highschool (they were a few grades below me).
I walked past them to get to the beach, then all of a sudden a friend from uni asks me if i know how to skip (as in skip rope), i say yes, and that i can also do the criss-cross thing, she is impressed.
Then me and someone start swinging this big rope and different people have turns at jumping in it.
After a few people had their go, i finally go to the beach and sit down with a group of friends. They're all highschool friends who were in my grade, and among them was a friend of mine who died in a car crash about a month or so after we finished our hsc, he was visiting us.
Anyways we all sat down and had a chat for a while.

Then the dream changed again, and i got the 2 new versions of Pokemon (Heart Gold and Soul Silver), but in english (currently they're both out, but in japanese), so i start playing through the game, and it turns out that i'm actually in the game, though it was different to the actual game.

/end last nights dream


It's weird though, i've had another dream a while ago where i met my who passed.
In that particular dream there was a Caringbah High class of 07 reunion (also at a beach), and i met up with my grade, and he came along too (just to visit). In the dream it was a happy/sad teary moment where we shook hands and embraced as friends.
We talked about what we had been up to. I told him im at UNSW studying engineering, then i asked him how he's been and what he's been doing.
Since the world hadn't ended yet, he wasn't quite in heaven (nor hell for that matter), but sort of in limbo, or some giant waiting room where people go.
He said he was going around doing errands for St. Nick, which i found quite interesting.
Then i asked him what it was like on the other side. He smiled and told me that St. Nick made him promise not to tell anyone.

Strange dreams eh.

[Uncle]

last night i had a strange dream nightmare, sneak into a cranky fat old woman's house with a vintage-style interior design with 3 comrades to haunt her unnoticed.
we were caught and ran the fuck out of there and hid for a long time until she could not find us settled down.
one of my comrades had the ability to levitate, turn partially invisible, disrupt the electrical wiring in the house and scared the hell out of the old woman until she had a heart attack and his never before seen abilities scared the hell out of us.
then i dont know what happened.

[spyborg]

Im held up as a hostage and a child soldier shoots me point blank with a sniper rifle. After that blood is spewing at a rapid rate from my shoulder whilst everyone i know is watching me. At the end of the dream I either pass away or simply lose consciousness.

[yoddle]

Very strange set of dreams last night. But i think they were all one.

First: I'm on the run from the coppers in a guy from school's very black, fast car, driving round lots of highways. I tell him i'm experienced with it from that time the cops were chasing me over drugs in grade 9??

Jump to: watching the Launceston airport where the planes are having trouble landing and then suddenly the scale's all gone and they're the size of bikes and the loudspeaker inside the plane (which I can miraculously hear) says that they [passengers] should cherish this moment because it's the first time in their lives that their plane will crash into a fence.

Jump to: (this is disturbing and horrible), my grade 10 english teacher takes me out of class and sits me down to tell me that my Mum got really drunk and was raped by another man that afternoon (she had rung me irl from a party earlier that day). I had this strange reaction and started shaking and wouldn't talk.

Another night but i like sharing.

Me and my Dad were in Toronto taking part in this theatre group thing, then we hear there is a tornado coming. We look out over the city skyline and this enormous black tornado is ripping up Toronto's skyscrapers (it was insane).
Then i'm shit scared and running around.
Then this naked German boy comes out from his tornado cellar and takes me down there, where the walls are covered in porn and we start masturbating together.

The end bit was nice.

[SSRabbitohs2009]

I usually document my dreams on livejournal.com

But anyways, one night (about a week before my Yr 12 formal), I had a dream that I forgot absolutely EVERYTHING for my formal. I rocked up in daggy clothing, picked up the wrong dress, missed my makeup appointment, and in my dream I was screaming my head off.
I woke up during the night, went straight back to sleep, had the exact same dream again (with some minor variances) but I still forgot my hair and makeup, and my dress.

I constantly have dreams about Velociraptors too (I frakking hate them). One dream was that I was in my house, raptors were coming to get me. I heard them scratching at my door, they burst through, they turned out to be monkeys. I went ballistic, started beating the shit of these monkeys, and I bit and broke their legs and then walked away.

I can understand the raptors being a pyschological fear, but the monkeys?!?!

[Omie Jay]

my dream last night is as follows:

i was doing a general education course about ice studies (wtf?), i was in a room made of ice, and this chick next to me said hi and started poking me on my arm with her stanley knife and i got a small cut, i said to her "um can you please stop that", so she did.
Then we had to get into pairs, a fellow boser was sitting next to me so we paired up. I said "oh hey quik" (because i dont know his real name, lol), and he said hi back.
Then we were given booklets with all this info on ice, including a small guide about ice pokemon (wtf?).

Then the dream changed, i was in my room, i went to the bathroom and found a drumkit! I went back to my room to get some drumsticks and i found 2 pairs instead of the 1 pair i actually have. I took both, went to the bathroom, and tested em out. I found that my pair were lighter, and thus better for blastbeating, than the other pair, so i returned the other pair to my room, and my dad told me to keep quiet (he was sleeping under my bed, wtf).
I went back to the bathroom and started drumming away.

Then i woke up.
Dude from across the road was playing his drums.

[Daipire]

I had a dream where my grandma said "Call of duty is for girls" i was confused anjd angry as im a solid COD 2 and 4 fan, and was intending on buying 5 later that day and 6 when it comes out.

Then, i woke up, did some stuff, etc etc but SHOCK!

on IGN there is a video, that says Call of Duty if for Pussies or something, i clicked it, and found a new game, that i've since become in love with (its called Borderlands by the way)

So, i'm wondering, are adverts being sent into our dreams?!?!?!?!?


(I know they aren't, but thats a pretty big coincedence eh?)

[SSRabbitohs2009]

My dream last night= My stepmother was trying to kill me (along with my exceptionally kind Christian step sister).

I couldn't really look them in the eye the next morning.