Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
Not making it up Random
I know huh?
Who knew I liked it up the ***.
The guy in my story is the one who converses with ghosts.
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Not making it up Random
I know huh?
Who knew I liked it up the ***.
The guy in my story is the one who converses with ghosts.
moonmaster
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Weeeeiirrd.
I think it's prophetic. Especially the Mika songs. You're going to fake your own death so that you can live in the Blairwood world. And Mika will be there. Obviously.
The video part reminded me of that Videotape song by Radiohead:
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And what did I look like?
:lol: :lol: :lol:
I knew.
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Hibiki
Really is pretentious, no matter what she says. Do
i havne't read about a good dream since skotti posted hers.
Ultimate Houde
UC's Resident Genetic Recombinator
You were short, kinda portly, and had a scraggly beard.
moonmaster
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5'6'', Yep, and Only if I don't shave for a few weeks.
Planet-man
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And now for a rare installment in Planet-man's nightmare theater.
This dream started out normally. A lot of it took place at this vast, castle-like private school, the kind with mahogany floors and paneling over most of the walls and $20,000 a year tuition fees, the kind that looks like this outside. It was pretty neat. It went on for ages inside and was quite labyrinthine. There was also this huge building the size and style of an airplane hanger, except with more of the panelling all over it. This served as the gymnasium. I don't remember very much of what happened at the school, but it was days worth of stuff in the dream. The main notable thing was that all the floors, despite being antique polished mahogany, could be moved around like conveyor belts to transport people all over the school. Everyone had these swivel chairs they'd sit in and the school could track them, so when you had a class or something, they'd activate everyone's chair and we'd all go flying down the maze of halls at great speed until we reached the classroom. This was really fun, and we had no idea why they wanted it like this because we'd occasionally roll into the walls and knock stuff over.
A separate part of that dream took place at a park across the street from the beach with my dad. We were talking when I found in the sand a big coin with the Statue of Liberty on it just like Two-Face's silver dollar in Batman Forever. We knew this was a "Lincoln Silver Dollar" and would be worth a lot of money. We took it home and I looked it up, and apparently the one we found wasn't worth that much but was still very rare and cool. While I was reading about this I also started seeing stuff about Lincoln's assassination. There was this stuff about how John Wilkes Booth was arrested that night and executed on this table that had a big metal grate that he had to lie down on, and then they closed this metal lid in the shape of a person with their arms and legs outstretched on him, and then the thing filled with flame and immolated him, the ash falling through the grate and leaving the thing empty again. They then did this with Lincoln's corpse. It was supposed to be this big ironic thing established by the U.S. government where the president's murderer was disposed of before the president's was. The whole thing was very gruesome though. I was seeing it all on video at the time, and there was this supposedly "famous" bit where the executioner asked Lincoln's aid, a timid young man whose name was Bryan Adams in the dream, if he'd ever been at an execution before, and he said he hadn't. The guy goes "well, try not to be sick", and incinerates John Wilkes Booth, and you can hear him scream horribly and then stop. I actually said "**** I'm gonna have nightmares about this" when I was watching it in the dream.
Then I'm back at the private school. They call us for some sort of small assembly or meeting, and we all get there via convey-o-halls. At this point I realized the school uniform was this strange white cotton gown, like a baptismal one, that everyone was wearing, even myself. The meeting consists of about 30 people, mostly kids with some teachers and counsellors and stuff. Looking back, I think I was 12 years old again at this point. Some of the other kids were that age too, and others even younger, like we were all in elementary school. The teachers and students start reading various bits of news about the school. Some of it was quite mean and sarcastic, really. This one student said "so-and-so has been complaining about spit flying at them in Mr. so-and-so's class and has requested to move to the back row. They will be allowed to move a single row back, but can sit behind so-and-so now, because her EARS will be able to shield him. HAHAHA!". Most of the people thought that was hilarious, even the adults.
Anyway, I was sitting with some other guys my then-age, 12, but there were these two girls behind us who were chattering away and then giggling hysterically, as 12 year old girls are won't to do. Occasionally the guys and I would turn around and say stuff like "IS THERE A PROBLEM HERE?" in comic fashion and they'd laugh even harder. After a few minute of this, they're having one of their fits when we hear screaming. We turn around, and one of the girls is now freaking out like she's having a seizure, while the other looks on in horror. Everyone in the class goes over to help her but she's still going crazy and shrieking. Two school nurses show up and take her back to the infirmary on the moving floor chairs. The meeting resumes rather nervously. A group of boys that look about 8 years old sit down behind us now. The teacher now says something like "...on a completely unrelated topic, reports of horrific disturbances around the building still go unsubstantiated...", and everyone starts whispering about this. I then feel a hand grab my shoulder. It's one of the 8-year-old boys, and he's now screaming and begging for help like something is attacking him. My friends and his try to help him starting by grabbing him so he stops flailing around, and now he's screaming about something "black and evil!". One of his friends then recoils in horror, and says "He was right! Look at his face!". I look, and there's this this black liquid all over one side of his face. Everyone starts screaming. How could that stuff get all over his face in a crowded room without anybody seeing it? How could...
I look up.
There was a crack in the ceiling right above him with this black stuff drizzling out. The crack starts growing and the ooze dripping on several more people under it now. I yell for everyone to get out of the school and kids and teachers start running out of the room in a frenzy, hopping on chairs to use the conveyer floor or running out various doors and windows. There are now tiny pinpricks forming all over the ceiling with the stuff dripping out, getting wider and wider until the whole ceiling is black and looks like it's going to collapse any second. I back out of one door, into another room, but the ceiling starts filling with tiny holes in that one too. I think I'm 18 again now. I can hear more people screaming throughout the nearby rooms. I open the next door and see that I've reached the huge hanger-like gym, and can see a door to the outside across the room. I know I have about ten seconds to start running across it before the ceiling in this room collapses, and wonder if "it" is going to let me make it across. With a huff I start running... and then wake up.
It was 8am. Fairly light out, and I can hear my mom's up. I tell her to come in and tell her about the dream. After she leaves, I turn over to go back to sleep. Sometimes when I'm trying to sleep, words and phrases pop in to my head like somebody's saying them to me, occasionally so loud it wakes me up. The phrase "but my room didn't look like my room when I woke up" came from seemingly nowhere into my mind. Something about this was so gut-wrenchingly scary I, for a brief moment, actually started to cry. That's NEVER happened to me before, not even as a little kid.
After this I had a dream where I was at this big New Year's party in a very large and gorgeous house with my best friend and his girlfriend. Some other stuff happened.... I think I fought two guys at won point and won. It was pretty good.
This dream started out normally. A lot of it took place at this vast, castle-like private school, the kind with mahogany floors and paneling over most of the walls and $20,000 a year tuition fees, the kind that looks like this outside. It was pretty neat. It went on for ages inside and was quite labyrinthine. There was also this huge building the size and style of an airplane hanger, except with more of the panelling all over it. This served as the gymnasium. I don't remember very much of what happened at the school, but it was days worth of stuff in the dream. The main notable thing was that all the floors, despite being antique polished mahogany, could be moved around like conveyor belts to transport people all over the school. Everyone had these swivel chairs they'd sit in and the school could track them, so when you had a class or something, they'd activate everyone's chair and we'd all go flying down the maze of halls at great speed until we reached the classroom. This was really fun, and we had no idea why they wanted it like this because we'd occasionally roll into the walls and knock stuff over.
A separate part of that dream took place at a park across the street from the beach with my dad. We were talking when I found in the sand a big coin with the Statue of Liberty on it just like Two-Face's silver dollar in Batman Forever. We knew this was a "Lincoln Silver Dollar" and would be worth a lot of money. We took it home and I looked it up, and apparently the one we found wasn't worth that much but was still very rare and cool. While I was reading about this I also started seeing stuff about Lincoln's assassination. There was this stuff about how John Wilkes Booth was arrested that night and executed on this table that had a big metal grate that he had to lie down on, and then they closed this metal lid in the shape of a person with their arms and legs outstretched on him, and then the thing filled with flame and immolated him, the ash falling through the grate and leaving the thing empty again. They then did this with Lincoln's corpse. It was supposed to be this big ironic thing established by the U.S. government where the president's murderer was disposed of before the president's was. The whole thing was very gruesome though. I was seeing it all on video at the time, and there was this supposedly "famous" bit where the executioner asked Lincoln's aid, a timid young man whose name was Bryan Adams in the dream, if he'd ever been at an execution before, and he said he hadn't. The guy goes "well, try not to be sick", and incinerates John Wilkes Booth, and you can hear him scream horribly and then stop. I actually said "**** I'm gonna have nightmares about this" when I was watching it in the dream.
Then I'm back at the private school. They call us for some sort of small assembly or meeting, and we all get there via convey-o-halls. At this point I realized the school uniform was this strange white cotton gown, like a baptismal one, that everyone was wearing, even myself. The meeting consists of about 30 people, mostly kids with some teachers and counsellors and stuff. Looking back, I think I was 12 years old again at this point. Some of the other kids were that age too, and others even younger, like we were all in elementary school. The teachers and students start reading various bits of news about the school. Some of it was quite mean and sarcastic, really. This one student said "so-and-so has been complaining about spit flying at them in Mr. so-and-so's class and has requested to move to the back row. They will be allowed to move a single row back, but can sit behind so-and-so now, because her EARS will be able to shield him. HAHAHA!". Most of the people thought that was hilarious, even the adults.
Anyway, I was sitting with some other guys my then-age, 12, but there were these two girls behind us who were chattering away and then giggling hysterically, as 12 year old girls are won't to do. Occasionally the guys and I would turn around and say stuff like "IS THERE A PROBLEM HERE?" in comic fashion and they'd laugh even harder. After a few minute of this, they're having one of their fits when we hear screaming. We turn around, and one of the girls is now freaking out like she's having a seizure, while the other looks on in horror. Everyone in the class goes over to help her but she's still going crazy and shrieking. Two school nurses show up and take her back to the infirmary on the moving floor chairs. The meeting resumes rather nervously. A group of boys that look about 8 years old sit down behind us now. The teacher now says something like "...on a completely unrelated topic, reports of horrific disturbances around the building still go unsubstantiated...", and everyone starts whispering about this. I then feel a hand grab my shoulder. It's one of the 8-year-old boys, and he's now screaming and begging for help like something is attacking him. My friends and his try to help him starting by grabbing him so he stops flailing around, and now he's screaming about something "black and evil!". One of his friends then recoils in horror, and says "He was right! Look at his face!". I look, and there's this this black liquid all over one side of his face. Everyone starts screaming. How could that stuff get all over his face in a crowded room without anybody seeing it? How could...
I look up.
There was a crack in the ceiling right above him with this black stuff drizzling out. The crack starts growing and the ooze dripping on several more people under it now. I yell for everyone to get out of the school and kids and teachers start running out of the room in a frenzy, hopping on chairs to use the conveyer floor or running out various doors and windows. There are now tiny pinpricks forming all over the ceiling with the stuff dripping out, getting wider and wider until the whole ceiling is black and looks like it's going to collapse any second. I back out of one door, into another room, but the ceiling starts filling with tiny holes in that one too. I think I'm 18 again now. I can hear more people screaming throughout the nearby rooms. I open the next door and see that I've reached the huge hanger-like gym, and can see a door to the outside across the room. I know I have about ten seconds to start running across it before the ceiling in this room collapses, and wonder if "it" is going to let me make it across. With a huff I start running... and then wake up.
It was 8am. Fairly light out, and I can hear my mom's up. I tell her to come in and tell her about the dream. After she leaves, I turn over to go back to sleep. Sometimes when I'm trying to sleep, words and phrases pop in to my head like somebody's saying them to me, occasionally so loud it wakes me up. The phrase "but my room didn't look like my room when I woke up" came from seemingly nowhere into my mind. Something about this was so gut-wrenchingly scary I, for a brief moment, actually started to cry. That's NEVER happened to me before, not even as a little kid.
After this I had a dream where I was at this big New Year's party in a very large and gorgeous house with my best friend and his girlfriend. Some other stuff happened.... I think I fought two guys at won point and won. It was pretty good.
moonmaster
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I had a rather hilarious dream where I was watching two new editions of "To Catch A Predator". See, in the dream they'd decided that they were losing their popularity and should fully embrace the comedic aspects of the show. On the first episode, they'd set it up so that wacky things would happen when the guys entered the house, like the chair breaking when they sit in it, prompting various new Chris Hansen puns. In the second one, they had actors come out before Chris Hansen as the girl's parents, except they were extremely odd and we're encouraging the guy to have sex with their daughter.
I had another tv-related dream where I was watching Doctor Who, since I'd been watching the first part of a two part episode right before I went to sleep. The Doctor was battling a giant stone monster that looked like a combination of the Bolrog and what I imagine the Cloverfield creature to look like. And The Doctor was riding on a broom, much like Harry Potter.
I had another tv-related dream where I was watching Doctor Who, since I'd been watching the first part of a two part episode right before I went to sleep. The Doctor was battling a giant stone monster that looked like a combination of the Bolrog and what I imagine the Cloverfield creature to look like. And The Doctor was riding on a broom, much like Harry Potter.
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Friday
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My most recent weird dream? Mr. Monk and the Zombie Apocalypse. It was set in England.
And now I really want to see that. Like a Halloween special or something.
And now I really want to see that. Like a Halloween special or something.
Dr.Strangefate
He Sees You When You're Sleeping. He Knows When Yo
Had a dream where I fell in love with Janeane Garafalo.
It was pretty okay.
It was pretty okay.
Planet-man
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Hah, dude. That means you're like.... totally straight. Hey moonmaster! DSF had a dream where he banged a girl!
Friday
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I dunno. Its Janeane Garafalo. I think she'd be safe for gay men to dream about and not feel like thier sexuality is threatened. Like the dreams Tog has about Johnny Depp.
moonmaster
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ourchair
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"I'm ashamed of my heterosexuality!"*
*Wonders if anyone will get the reference.
Planet-man
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Yeah, go drink a regular-flavoured Martini, Strangefate!
I had a cool dream this morning where I was both watching and the main character in some kind of Richie Rich-esque cartoon where the main kid's family inherits this huge mansion that was based off of Whipstaff Manor from the movie Casper.
There was all this neat stuff like indoor greenhouses and all sorts of different rooms, but the coolest one I saw was this indigo-coloured hall called "the Science room" that was filled with all sort of educational kids books, computer games and sciencey toys. There was this ball that resembled a squishy green blob in the shape of a tennis ball that when you bounced it, would continue to bounce, but go half-again as high each time. Predictably, after a few bounces it was ricocheting stunningly off the walls until I finally stopped it by throwing another ball of its kind, this one vivid magenta, at it and knocking it out of the air.
Now that is science.
Dr.Strangefate
He Sees You When You're Sleeping. He Knows When Yo
I'll stick with my scotch on the rocks, thank you very much.
Planet-man
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This morning I had a dream that went on for a while, and it was very normal and mundane for most of it, with one part involving me watching something with my family and then this life insurance guy came to the door and was actually pretty cool and became friends with the family.
Although cool at first, this guy and me somehow became enemies, but later we talked things out and became friends again and I became involved in this house-building project in this fancy neighbourhood a few blocks from where I live(which in real life, was under development for a few years but is done now).
So, we're at this ribbon-cutting cermony on this new street, which was composed entirely of dozens of unfinished plywood frames of houses along a dirt road. Again, everything up to this point in the dream was completely mudane and bland. Then, somebody releases canisters of Planet Terror-esque zombie gas, infecting several members of the crowd. Everybody stars going nuts as zombies start biting people. No weaponry around, I climb up several floors of one of the plywood houses, ending up at a small room, accesable only through a ladder and trapdoor. I'd be able to kick down any zombies trying to climb in, but my first intruders are two regular guys who want my hiding spot(which was barely big enough for one person). We start fighting, but I somehow know I can go back in time by pressing a button on my watch. I do so, but I can't go back too far or change certain things. It's like restarting the level in a videogame, I go back to right when the zombie thing happens and have to go from there.
I almost get killed several times but keep going back right before I do. Finally I decide to abandon the area and run across the several highways next to it, because the zombies won't be able to cross them(for a while anyway). That insurance salesman guy meets up with me while running between some houses along the way, but we end up on opposite sides of this wire fence running parallel to the highways. We see this guy in an 80s-style track suit running towards us on his side of the fence. He has turquoise skin. Zombie! The insurance guy is attacked by 80s zombie and several others dressed just like him and collapses, overwhelmed by them, still on the other side of the fence from me.
I keep running. There's a girl a dozen yards ahead of me with long red hair. I run up to her, but it turns out she's really a middle-aged woman with short grayish brown hair. Darn. I keep running, and I'm next to the beach, on this huge road a block away from my house. No zombies in sight, but I knew it wouldn't be long. I would go to my house, but even if my family was still there and okay, what the hell would we do from there?
I then woke up and found the house was empty(uncommon), there were huge, howling winds blowing outside that I realized I'd been hearing in my dream. I find a note from my mom saying she was going out and the internet and cable was out due to a system-wide crash, and the phones may not be working either. ****! But the phones were working after all, and there was no zombiepocalypse to be heard of.
Although cool at first, this guy and me somehow became enemies, but later we talked things out and became friends again and I became involved in this house-building project in this fancy neighbourhood a few blocks from where I live(which in real life, was under development for a few years but is done now).
So, we're at this ribbon-cutting cermony on this new street, which was composed entirely of dozens of unfinished plywood frames of houses along a dirt road. Again, everything up to this point in the dream was completely mudane and bland. Then, somebody releases canisters of Planet Terror-esque zombie gas, infecting several members of the crowd. Everybody stars going nuts as zombies start biting people. No weaponry around, I climb up several floors of one of the plywood houses, ending up at a small room, accesable only through a ladder and trapdoor. I'd be able to kick down any zombies trying to climb in, but my first intruders are two regular guys who want my hiding spot(which was barely big enough for one person). We start fighting, but I somehow know I can go back in time by pressing a button on my watch. I do so, but I can't go back too far or change certain things. It's like restarting the level in a videogame, I go back to right when the zombie thing happens and have to go from there.
I almost get killed several times but keep going back right before I do. Finally I decide to abandon the area and run across the several highways next to it, because the zombies won't be able to cross them(for a while anyway). That insurance salesman guy meets up with me while running between some houses along the way, but we end up on opposite sides of this wire fence running parallel to the highways. We see this guy in an 80s-style track suit running towards us on his side of the fence. He has turquoise skin. Zombie! The insurance guy is attacked by 80s zombie and several others dressed just like him and collapses, overwhelmed by them, still on the other side of the fence from me.
I keep running. There's a girl a dozen yards ahead of me with long red hair. I run up to her, but it turns out she's really a middle-aged woman with short grayish brown hair. Darn. I keep running, and I'm next to the beach, on this huge road a block away from my house. No zombies in sight, but I knew it wouldn't be long. I would go to my house, but even if my family was still there and okay, what the hell would we do from there?
I then woke up and found the house was empty(uncommon), there were huge, howling winds blowing outside that I realized I'd been hearing in my dream. I find a note from my mom saying she was going out and the internet and cable was out due to a system-wide crash, and the phones may not be working either. ****! But the phones were working after all, and there was no zombiepocalypse to be heard of.
Victor Von Doom
Fist of teh Internets.
I really wish that I could remember all of my dreams.
Last night's dreams were completely screwy.
I dreamt that I had to go back to High School "21 Jump Street" style. I was still an adult and remembered all my military training and everything. I couldn't remember where all my classes were, so I ended up in this math class. I was pretty sure that I needed to be in Chemistry at the time and I got the classrooms mixed up. But the math teacher, who happened to be Billy Connolly, wouldn't let me leave because I couldn't solve an algebra problem in less than 5 seconds.
So I had to sit there. While all the kids in the class shouted answers like it was the ****ing alphabet. Finally, when class was over, I left and had to ride the bus home. But I ended up going to my ex-wife's place, which happened to be my uncle's home in MD. But me and the ex never did anything. Instead we just laughed about all the good times we had. But she mentioned something and it set off a trigger in me. This trigger led to me killing all her co-workers and then going home to study for the test on Friday.
I woke up so lost.
Last night's dreams were completely screwy.
I dreamt that I had to go back to High School "21 Jump Street" style. I was still an adult and remembered all my military training and everything. I couldn't remember where all my classes were, so I ended up in this math class. I was pretty sure that I needed to be in Chemistry at the time and I got the classrooms mixed up. But the math teacher, who happened to be Billy Connolly, wouldn't let me leave because I couldn't solve an algebra problem in less than 5 seconds.
So I had to sit there. While all the kids in the class shouted answers like it was the ****ing alphabet. Finally, when class was over, I left and had to ride the bus home. But I ended up going to my ex-wife's place, which happened to be my uncle's home in MD. But me and the ex never did anything. Instead we just laughed about all the good times we had. But she mentioned something and it set off a trigger in me. This trigger led to me killing all her co-workers and then going home to study for the test on Friday.
I woke up so lost.
Bass
Nexus of the World
In my dream last night, I met a bunch of UCers. The only one I remember is Ourchair because he was completey aryan. Blonde and white. That's all I remember of the dream.
Friday
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I had a dream with Ourchair once. There were banners welcoming him all over my town. He was a little asian guy.
Nothing significant happened.
