ourchair
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Why am I never in anybody's dreams?
Weird Dreams
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Ultimate Houde
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Cause your Asian
ourchair
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At least I know JonnyFreeze is thinking about me....:wink:
Planet-man
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We need a *shakes fist* smiley.
Random, that dream is awesome. I love adventure ones like that.
Last night involved another case of my brilliant subconscious frustrating my only well-above-average conscious. At one point in my dream, shortly before I woke up, my friends and I were watching this Claymation TV special involving clay versions of Samuel L. Jackson and Dave Chappelle doing this hilarious rap song about fast food. In the dream, I remembered hearing the song before, but having forgotten most of it so it was still hysterically funny. I also recognized that it I would have to wait a year or so to watch it again or it would lose its humour, so I was greatful that this was it, right now, and lived in the moment.
The song was like 5 minutes long and so awesome. If I could remember any of it Random and I could make the best flash animation Newgrounds has ever seen.
Another part in the dream involved myself, Hal Jordan, Barry Allen and the Martian Manhunter doing this challenge that JLA members appearently did where we ran through all these fenced forest paths knowing that a werewolf was in there somewhere hunting us. We all split up, I ran into the werewolf, but I and outran it and changed pathes a bunch of times and made it out first. The rest of them were pissed at me for not being a team player. I said since the wolf was right behind me I'd just been trying to get away and found the exit by accident. They said they understood and that it was cool.
This all took place in my elementary schoolyard, and afterwards we all went to the Pizza place across the street, which was open all night.
Random, that dream is awesome. I love adventure ones like that.
Last night involved another case of my brilliant subconscious frustrating my only well-above-average conscious. At one point in my dream, shortly before I woke up, my friends and I were watching this Claymation TV special involving clay versions of Samuel L. Jackson and Dave Chappelle doing this hilarious rap song about fast food. In the dream, I remembered hearing the song before, but having forgotten most of it so it was still hysterically funny. I also recognized that it I would have to wait a year or so to watch it again or it would lose its humour, so I was greatful that this was it, right now, and lived in the moment.
The song was like 5 minutes long and so awesome. If I could remember any of it Random and I could make the best flash animation Newgrounds has ever seen.
Another part in the dream involved myself, Hal Jordan, Barry Allen and the Martian Manhunter doing this challenge that JLA members appearently did where we ran through all these fenced forest paths knowing that a werewolf was in there somewhere hunting us. We all split up, I ran into the werewolf, but I and outran it and changed pathes a bunch of times and made it out first. The rest of them were pissed at me for not being a team player. I said since the wolf was right behind me I'd just been trying to get away and found the exit by accident. They said they understood and that it was cool.
This all took place in my elementary schoolyard, and afterwards we all went to the Pizza place across the street, which was open all night.
moonmaster
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Yes, even if Ourchair did appear in my dreams, I wouldn't be able to tell him apart from the other asians.
Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
That's Asian women...
Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
Ourchair does look like a girl though
Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
Good point.
Planet-man
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I just had possibly the most shockingly vivid, real-seeming dreams of my life. I woke up from it at 9:00am(a good two or three hours before I would normally get up on a day like this) and immeadiately had to go downstairs and tell my dad the whole thing.
Part of this was based around some old Spider-Man novel that, in the dream, I'd read several years previously. It was by this really cool old author who wasn't as famous as a lot of Marvel authors but had a brilliant, smug style and was praised as a writer and as a person by everyone else in the industry(I remembered the novel having an intro by John Romita Sr. that raved about the guy). My dad had also met and gotten to have a big talk with him in the past, around the time both of us read the book, which I thought was awesome. Now that I'm awake, I think all of this, the author himself, his writing style and my dad's meeting him, were all based on Kurt Vonnegut.
In the dream, my family and that of my best friend, who I haven't seen since late August but in the dream had a few days off from University to visit this place, were visiting this small town somewhere in Canada. My friend had a great-uncle who ran the town's big supermarket/shopping mall(still an independant, mom-n-pop affair). It turned out this famous lightbulb in the store, which had been burning for 30-odd years, had been personally screwed in by the aformentioned Spider-Man author, who lived in the town. I tried to use this to jog my best friend's memory - he'd read the novel too but couldn't really remember it.
At one point in the dream I was reading another book by this author, but it was more like I was in the book. It involved a con man attempting to cheat Death, Death being played by, I kid you not, Cillian Murphy, and Death catching up to the man after all these years to collect his due. I experienced the climax of the story from the perspective of the con man, who had acquired a jetpack and was attempting to outfly Death, who was gliding through the air after him, reaching out from billowing black robes and staring with bright red eyes and the face of.... Cillian Murphy. After an incredible mid-air chase near a seaside cliff and beach during a thunderstorm at night, Death caught up with the man just as I left the guy's body/perspective, all this fading away as I floated down and landed in this big banquet the town was having.
At the banquet, me and my best friend were sitting at a table with two other girls: the girl I briefly dated right after Prom who had had a crush on me for two years, and her best friend, who is also cool. It was obviously a little awkward at first, but the four of us ended up getting along great together and having a really good time. This questionarre had been sent to all the kids their by our high school, and we were filling it out with joke answers. One of the questions was "aliases?". I thought for a second and was about to write "Lt. Flex Plexico" when the girl I dated suggested the exact same thing. I was amazed and told her I was just about to write that and we all laughed. Then I looked in her eyes and it pained me to see what she was thinking.... "See? We go so well together."... and it felt like I was teasing her by having a moment of synergy like that, because I still didn't really want to be with her. The feeling from that moment is still so real and vivid to me.
The next day, I was helping my friend's great-uncle, the one who owned the big supermarket. He had white hair and a mustache and was pretty old, easily in his 80s, and a little senile. Somehow, I realized that this was.... Ewan McGregor. Yeah. It was like he'd somehow gotten senile and aged extremely fast, and it was this big sad situation given who he had been. This concept is less bizarre than it sounds, as I read this article last night(look at #16 on this list). This didn't have a lot to do with him in the dream either. It was just something I somehow knew about him. He looked more like Christopher Plummer.
Anyway, I was helping the old guy do various things, mostly just supporting him as he walked. He said he had to go to the bathroom so I walked him to the door and he went in. I looked away for a few seconds and then looked back, only to see him drop his pants and sit down.... on a six-inch-long rusty nail sticking straight up from the floor a foot in front of the toilet.
I was the only one right there, so I had to immeadiately pull him up off the nail. He was just staring with shock, but not making a sound. I thought for a second and told him to lie flat down on the floor. I could see blood pooling underneath him. There was an old rotary phone on the desk beside me and I used it to call 9-1-1. "Wow, this is my first 911 call", I thought. As soon as the operator picked up, a team of EMT's ran into the room and began to take care of the old guy. I began to say "Oh, nevermind, your people are here already." but the operator said they still needed directions to the place.
I walked out of the room and still had to give the operator detailed instructions on how to get an ambulance to the store. I had to describe how there were only automatic doors on one side of the building, the opposite side from the main road, because it was "a small town and they could only afford one set of them"(my own words in the dream).
Anyway, that all got sorted out, and then I ran into my best friend and his mom, getting ready to leave soon because he had to go back to University. They were going to take the train, but we still had "six or seven minutes to hang out". We started to walk down a bike path, playing a mocking two-man game of tag. This turned into us improvising a whole hilarious skit, as we tend to do quite often, about steroid use improving your tag performance and the same in many other sports. It's funnier than it sounds. We were both laughing hysterically at this, and that's when I woke up.
I just sat there for a minute amused by all this, when suddenly it fully hit me that none of this, none of it, had happened in real life, and no one would remember it but me, even the incredible thing with the old man and the nail and having to make my first 911 call. The fact that none of this had happened it real life traumatized me.
As much as I remember, there was still another part early on in the dream which involved attempting to watch this episode of The Simpsons during a big party that took place on a frozen lake which I barely remember. Still, this was probably the most vivid, detailed, lingering dream I've had in years and years and I'm blown away by it. Thank you for your time.
Part of this was based around some old Spider-Man novel that, in the dream, I'd read several years previously. It was by this really cool old author who wasn't as famous as a lot of Marvel authors but had a brilliant, smug style and was praised as a writer and as a person by everyone else in the industry(I remembered the novel having an intro by John Romita Sr. that raved about the guy). My dad had also met and gotten to have a big talk with him in the past, around the time both of us read the book, which I thought was awesome. Now that I'm awake, I think all of this, the author himself, his writing style and my dad's meeting him, were all based on Kurt Vonnegut.
In the dream, my family and that of my best friend, who I haven't seen since late August but in the dream had a few days off from University to visit this place, were visiting this small town somewhere in Canada. My friend had a great-uncle who ran the town's big supermarket/shopping mall(still an independant, mom-n-pop affair). It turned out this famous lightbulb in the store, which had been burning for 30-odd years, had been personally screwed in by the aformentioned Spider-Man author, who lived in the town. I tried to use this to jog my best friend's memory - he'd read the novel too but couldn't really remember it.
At one point in the dream I was reading another book by this author, but it was more like I was in the book. It involved a con man attempting to cheat Death, Death being played by, I kid you not, Cillian Murphy, and Death catching up to the man after all these years to collect his due. I experienced the climax of the story from the perspective of the con man, who had acquired a jetpack and was attempting to outfly Death, who was gliding through the air after him, reaching out from billowing black robes and staring with bright red eyes and the face of.... Cillian Murphy. After an incredible mid-air chase near a seaside cliff and beach during a thunderstorm at night, Death caught up with the man just as I left the guy's body/perspective, all this fading away as I floated down and landed in this big banquet the town was having.
At the banquet, me and my best friend were sitting at a table with two other girls: the girl I briefly dated right after Prom who had had a crush on me for two years, and her best friend, who is also cool. It was obviously a little awkward at first, but the four of us ended up getting along great together and having a really good time. This questionarre had been sent to all the kids their by our high school, and we were filling it out with joke answers. One of the questions was "aliases?". I thought for a second and was about to write "Lt. Flex Plexico" when the girl I dated suggested the exact same thing. I was amazed and told her I was just about to write that and we all laughed. Then I looked in her eyes and it pained me to see what she was thinking.... "See? We go so well together."... and it felt like I was teasing her by having a moment of synergy like that, because I still didn't really want to be with her. The feeling from that moment is still so real and vivid to me.
The next day, I was helping my friend's great-uncle, the one who owned the big supermarket. He had white hair and a mustache and was pretty old, easily in his 80s, and a little senile. Somehow, I realized that this was.... Ewan McGregor. Yeah. It was like he'd somehow gotten senile and aged extremely fast, and it was this big sad situation given who he had been. This concept is less bizarre than it sounds, as I read this article last night(look at #16 on this list). This didn't have a lot to do with him in the dream either. It was just something I somehow knew about him. He looked more like Christopher Plummer.
Anyway, I was helping the old guy do various things, mostly just supporting him as he walked. He said he had to go to the bathroom so I walked him to the door and he went in. I looked away for a few seconds and then looked back, only to see him drop his pants and sit down.... on a six-inch-long rusty nail sticking straight up from the floor a foot in front of the toilet.
I was the only one right there, so I had to immeadiately pull him up off the nail. He was just staring with shock, but not making a sound. I thought for a second and told him to lie flat down on the floor. I could see blood pooling underneath him. There was an old rotary phone on the desk beside me and I used it to call 9-1-1. "Wow, this is my first 911 call", I thought. As soon as the operator picked up, a team of EMT's ran into the room and began to take care of the old guy. I began to say "Oh, nevermind, your people are here already." but the operator said they still needed directions to the place.
I walked out of the room and still had to give the operator detailed instructions on how to get an ambulance to the store. I had to describe how there were only automatic doors on one side of the building, the opposite side from the main road, because it was "a small town and they could only afford one set of them"(my own words in the dream).
Anyway, that all got sorted out, and then I ran into my best friend and his mom, getting ready to leave soon because he had to go back to University. They were going to take the train, but we still had "six or seven minutes to hang out". We started to walk down a bike path, playing a mocking two-man game of tag. This turned into us improvising a whole hilarious skit, as we tend to do quite often, about steroid use improving your tag performance and the same in many other sports. It's funnier than it sounds. We were both laughing hysterically at this, and that's when I woke up.
I just sat there for a minute amused by all this, when suddenly it fully hit me that none of this, none of it, had happened in real life, and no one would remember it but me, even the incredible thing with the old man and the nail and having to make my first 911 call. The fact that none of this had happened it real life traumatized me.
As much as I remember, there was still another part early on in the dream which involved attempting to watch this episode of The Simpsons during a big party that took place on a frozen lake which I barely remember. Still, this was probably the most vivid, detailed, lingering dream I've had in years and years and I'm blown away by it. Thank you for your time.
Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
That dream seems to be as emotional as my dream with the lake, and the old man who lived by it.
Good stuff Planet-Man
Good stuff Planet-Man
Fuzzy Birds
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More often than not, it's the general emotional context of the dream that sticks with me and rarely the particular details. This leads to me waking up in a rather precise yet paradoxically vague emotive state without any idea why, which usually puts me in a funk for the remainder of the day as I try to figure out what I was dreaming. However, these occurrences are few and far between, and it's even rarer when I awake and find myself experiencing an emotion a little more raw; absolute terror or complete loss, for instance.
I find it funny then, that in the last two months I've had two dreams, neither of which I can remember, but have both left me in a pretty confused emotional state for days afterwards.
In the first dream, I remember vaguely feeling better than I ever have before, and not in a physical health or emotional mood way, just feeling somehow more than myself. I don't remember a single detail, except that hard to define feeling. When I woke, it felt like something vital had been removed from me, and I couldn't quite put my finger on what. I just felt less solid, less three-dimensional, almost like this was the dream, and not the other way around. I wouldn't say I was depressed, but I felt painfully insignificant for about a week afterwards.
The second dream followed about a month afterwards, and this was altogether more harrowing. For the first time in my entire life, I awoke screaming. I'm normally a level-headed enough person that I don't go screaming at the slightest thing. If something shocks me, I'll likely curse at the top of my lungs, but I don't ever recall screaming in terror or shock. Partly because I awoke to a very thick feeling of dread, and partly because the sound of myself screaming was a sound I'd literally never heard coming from me before, I found myself in a very anxious and paranoid mood for the rest of the day. I was jumping at shadows for ages afterwards.
It's quite incredible, in a terrifying way, how dreams can influence your waking life. My entire daily routine, my typical behaviour patterns and usual mindset and outlook were drastically changed for a significant period of time after these dreams, and I don't even remember the bloody things. Fascinating.
This was me opening up.
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moonmaster
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Yeah, I hate when you have a really powerful dream and then wake up and realize that none of it happened. I've also had really positive dreams where all my problems have just been magically solved...and then woken up. Those are awful.
A week ago, for the first time, I had such a realistic dream that when I woke up, I was momentarily convinced that I must have passed out and been put in my bed.
A week ago, for the first time, I had such a realistic dream that when I woke up, I was momentarily convinced that I must have passed out and been put in my bed.
thee great one
Master of TOG-fu.
I understand what you mean. I hate having dreams where I have sex and wake up only to find it wasn't true.
Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
You the same thing to yourself when you're awake as you always say, so just continute it.
Random
Didn't **** any of those *****es
I had a dream back in middle where a girl at school asked me to hang out with her, I woke up not knowing her name. Took me 15 minutes of trying to remember before realizing it was a dream
Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
I had this dream last night where I was yelling at my boss because he interrupted me while I was screaming at kids for misbehaving. This comes from yesterday where he told me I need to be nicer to kids when I talk to them, although I'm not taking his advice, because kids who act like **** all the time don't deserve to be talked to that way. Hell, there was this 5th grade girl who tried to steal from a donation box for the amry troops.
Ice
Teh Sexy Monkey Queen
Now this is a weird dream.
I was walking around a newly built with future stuff in my city's downtown. There was these egg topped tech buildings and what not. But I was walking around with Joe Kalicki (in a Police Officer uniform) and Doom.
But Doom was DARTH VADER!!
I kept pointing up, look Doom! We have two moons! Oh wait, that's just building top. NOW LOOK! Another- no wait. That's just your death star next to the giant moon. Hey! It's your Death Star Doom! See! See!
Then we kept walking around and suddenly Joe and Doom Vader have gone missing, and there are these people driving out of a parking lot looking all creepy like with me thinking if this was supposed to be a ride we all were getting. It was crazy since they were driving in slow motion. Then when they left, Joe and Doom Vader appeared from hiding, and we kept walking downtown even more.
I was walking around a newly built with future stuff in my city's downtown. There was these egg topped tech buildings and what not. But I was walking around with Joe Kalicki (in a Police Officer uniform) and Doom.
But Doom was DARTH VADER!!
I kept pointing up, look Doom! We have two moons! Oh wait, that's just building top. NOW LOOK! Another- no wait. That's just your death star next to the giant moon. Hey! It's your Death Star Doom! See! See!
Then we kept walking around and suddenly Joe and Doom Vader have gone missing, and there are these people driving out of a parking lot looking all creepy like with me thinking if this was supposed to be a ride we all were getting. It was crazy since they were driving in slow motion. Then when they left, Joe and Doom Vader appeared from hiding, and we kept walking downtown even more.
Planet-man
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I think that goes in the WW-Philly thread.
Random
Didn't **** any of those *****es
I had a dream that I became Batman, but without all the money. I was trying to find good places in an apartment to hide my costume and gear but my family and other people kept showing up which leads to many comical acts of me trying to hide my secret identity.
Joe Kalicki
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I had a dream that we were all hanging out a party, only it was in a gym and we were playing basketball too. Also, I wasn't wearing any pants.
Hibiki was excited.
Hibiki was excited.
