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[Maelstrom]

gah, i had 3 this morning cuz I kept waking up and going back to sleep and now i can't remember any of them! D=

[Maelstrom]

Had a dream last night about somehow becoming involved with some strange, cosmic/alien ship/device that would warp up from time to time, place to place on earth to do or fix something. It somehow started with with me and some other people catching a shapeshifting thief that had been taking things from each of us and cause us to suspect the others. Well, when we'd cornered it, this black shadowy figure whose shape and lines were rippling like a liquid that was trying to change shape, but couldn't. Perhaps it couldn't decide or its body was trying to turn into so many forms at once but is obviously incapable of doin so. Anyways, we were surrounding it when the change happened.

There was a flash of light and me and the others were transported to ancient earth. I and one of the others went off in separate directions but stayed close to the part of the forest we'd first appeared at. Then the other two came back, and they were in the form of appatosaurs. They'd done something, but there was also something wrong. The two were an older couple, and I could see an invisible black shadow hovering over her left hindleg as she moved around like it was broken. Something had happened to her leg and somehow I knew from the black aura I saw that she wouldn't live very long. And they knew it too. I watched sadly as they rubbed necks and bodies together as they enjoyed each other's love and company for the last time. Then there was another flash of light and mission that I really don't recall right now. Then there was a segment that happened just for me. At first all I could hear was someone talking to someone else, saying my mother was coming down with some sort of degenerative nerve disease. Then all I could see was seen through a camcorder recording. It was of my mom riding a roller coaster, as my stepfather recorded it while racing the rollercoaster car as it came down a hill then went on a straight stretch that shortly paralleled the dusty road he was on. She was enjoying herself, though I never thought she'd enjoyed roller coasters before.

Then I found myself standing in a dusty desert town. When and where people rode horses, drew water from wells, but had large bore wood and metal pistols and well as large bored long rigfles and double barreled shotguns. Heh, now I remember part of the second mission which had 3 parts. I still don't remember the first part, but the second part involved me going after one guy in particular, who was running away from me, while he had lots of his 'associate's actually shooting and coming after me. I only knew he was the one I was after because I could see a slight shadowy blue-black tinged aura around him that made him stand out. After some intense running, hiding, and shooting action, I'd got him. And then the third part of that mission. That was the reason I was back here again. I'd failed that mission. After taking care of the other guy, I had to now stop another guy. It was like restarting at a saved check point. I was back in the open sqaure just before the gate guardhouse. The last time I'd fought them and they'd delayed me a lot and I'd had to run on anyways to get where I needed to be. This time, they didn't know I was here, and somehow using a third person view that could see through walls, I could see these mafia cowboys inside the buildings to either side of the gate, simply play cards and drinking and talking and passing the time. So, I quietly slipped through the gate.

Somehow, I had yet again gotten there just as he arrived. He was the one I was here to stop, but he was the reason I'd failed the first time. There was something heroic about him. He was there just as I was- he was weaponless, but taller than me, solidly built, and had to either defeat or sneak by many, many others to get here. He was here to get his wife back. First, they'd poisoned his wife, and while he'd been out trying to find the cure for it, they'd returned and kidnapped her. He didn't know what he was in for, but he was ready to face it all for his wife. I got the feeling that he was somebody important in the town before it was overrun, like perhaps the sheriff, despite his lack of a gun or a badge.

This area is also a large, enclosed square and as we head into it, the badguy I'm after breaks out of his cell. The cell is at the far left corner, where tubes had been hooked up to him, dripping some kind of black liquid substance into his body. And it had transformed him into a monster- losing most of his sanity and making most of his body a deathly pale but with some sort of black disfiguration on his back, but making him much stronger.

That black liquid was the real reason I was there. It felt wrong, and I knew it didn't belong here, not in this time. Somebody or some force had contrived for it to be here and given it to this man as the basis for his power. Just as some force had me moving through time and space, correcting things. They'd made some derivative of that black liquid and had been testing it on the other man's wife, which is why they'd kidnapped her and put her in an unlocked cell in the other corner.

So the man and I fought the monster. The last time, I'd been too preoccupied with saving his wife, who was slowly recovering from the black liquid and had come out at the sound of his voice, slowly and weakly walking towards him. She also looked a sickly pale, and her face looked warn and tired, but not so pale as the monster. I had just taken her away to somewhere further away and safer, when the guy got too close to the monster and the monster sprayed him with a black ooze that quickly ate through him.

This time would be different. This time I charged the monster. I hoped to keep fighting it back in its corner to give the wife time to get further away, and hopefully have her husband take her and leave things to me. Well, she certainly hobbled away slowly, but the man still chose to fight the creature with me. This time he was prepared for the sludge after seeing it spew some at me, and together we quickly overpowered it.


Then I woke up. Gah, there are so much detail and feelings to my epic dreams, but there's still so much stuff I don't remember, or are at least very vague, like what we actually did to fight the monster, or how i'd chased down the other guy and how I'd managed to nab him (or if I'd just managed to shoot him). =(

[kspr]

I was working in some type of stupid convenience/souviner shop and it was getting robbed. As I saw the robbers come in, I grabbed a knife off a display and they all pointed guns at me. When they shot, it only shot red water. now this is where it turns from a "whatev" to a "wtf?" The first robber i slashed across the bridge of his nose and that killed him i think. my knife shrunk a little bit, and then i stabbed the other right in the forehead. the other two robbers ran and hid in the bathroom. I opened the door, and my knife shrunk to the size of a boxcutter. I threw one of the robbers up against the wall, and stabbed him in the spine with the boxcutter sized blade, and slid it down his back. I don't remember what happened to the last one, I think my dream fast forwarded, but all I saw was his face and scalp on the floor. then I looked out the back of the store, and it was the back door to my apartment and the balcony. it was night time, and there were a few cars pulling into parking spots. then I got arrested by Chief Wiggum.

edit:

Dream 1:

It was a dark winter night. The kind where the still fresh snow mutes the sounds of the early sunset. I was at an unfamiliar house with people I knew, and we were driving some type of pickup truck that was converted to have snow treads. It was pretty fast, but we couldnt all fit in the front of it, so we thought it would be a good idea to hitch it to a uhaul, and then hitch a boat to the uhaul and go do donuts. After jumping over some snowbanks, we detatch the pickup truck so some of us could go to the store. We get stuff, and on the way back around a corner the uhaul is flipped over, and the back part of the truck is sliced in half. The boat is just missing. I start to worry, like actually feel it in my sleep, because the only light to be had is coming from people's driveways. I pull up in the driveway of the unfamiliar house, which i actually come to recognize as a house i lived in when i was 8. In the front yard are several tall crosses erected with people's names on them, none of which I remember. I feel a quick sense of relief and park the truck in the garage. After coming out of the side door, I see one of my friends run up to me, and while she is making eye contact with me, runs straight through the closed garage door. There's nothing on the door to indicate she ever made contact with it, so I run back inside the garage and all the lights are off. I see her crouching in the corner crying. I knew right then and there that she had died when the truck flipped over, and I forced myself awake.

Dream 2:

It's my younger sister's birthday that for some reason she is having a party at the liquor store. We get there, and it turns out there is a chuck e cheese type place on the upper level. We go to a table, and there are racks and racks of drinks both alcoholic and non. I'm looking around when something catches my attention. Two little kids, one dressed like hulk hogan, and another dressed like some other wrestler, are having a televised match right then and there with a camera crew and commentators egging them on. One kid grabs a bat, and smacks the other in the chest and pins him. I just shake my head, and go look for the producer's office. I find him, and tell him that this needs to stop, or all it will take is one kid to miss and hit the other in the face, kill him, and then we'll all be on Nancy Grace explaining how we thought it was a good idea. He says no way, and I call the miniature hulk hogan in and tell him to hit the guy in the shin with his bat. As I'm walking away, someone comes up to me and says that I look like christopher reeve, who apparantly just paralyzed himself in a horseriding accident. So he needs me to pretend to be superman to do a match to defend my heavyweight title against
the guy choking floyd mayweather. So I head up to the match, which I find is taking place at an airport terminal. He punches me and I just laugh it off, and proceed to throw him around the terminal, before eventually throwing him so hard he can't stop running, and just leaves the airport. With perfect timing, I wake up.

[kspr]

I was in the woods, running on a trail when i got captured by some murderers. i was taken to this house in the middle of the woods where they were going to torture and murder me and do experiments on my corpse. i managed to escape from where i was tied up, and even rescued someone on the way out.

we ran through the woods, not knowing where we were, or where to go, until eventually, we were both captured again. i woke up in a plain tiled room. kinda like a classroom. somehow the other person helped me escape, and we ran outside to discover the building was a huge labrynth. we finally made our way to a huge fenced in field where other people were running, and being shot at. we crawled under one fence, and climbed a powerline to jump another. finally, there was a short fence, and another that was open. another guy that was running with us got shot, and didnt even know it, but we left him, and had to run across 12 lanes of high speed traffic before finally making it across the street and were able to escape.

now the really fucked part-

after waking up because my cat jumped on my head, i fell back asleep and had another dream about directing a movie based on the dream, and it starred val kilmer.

[kspr]

holy crap ok so dream the first: I was a pinstripe suit wearing host of some variety comedy show at a theater in a grocery store of all places. all that happened was someone did a skit, and then we all started playing who's line is it anyway? games. i did some strange impression of someone reading a skymall catalog on a plane. the show was called Breadiculous.

dream 2, and here's where it gets weird- i was at the mall, and for some reason was getting beer there. i run into mel gibson, who is also getting beer. i go outside, and i can't find my car, so mel gibson drives up in a blue geo prizm, and he drives me around to help look for my car. tons of cars in the lot are the same color as mine with similar license plates, but we can't find it. we drive around some more talking about weird things that i don't remember, and then he puts his hand on my leg like a creepy uncle would. suddenly, i see my car and we go over to it and i get out. when he wasn't looking, i stole his beer, and got in my car, then woke up.

[Septerra]

I love not being able to remember what I dream about, makes life less complex.

but for some reason today I remember only 1 bit of it. Monkey, you where in my dream tonight (though you where as tall as a midget and did not look like yourself, yet I know it was meant to be you).....but I cant remember what I/you did.....and thats all i remember.

funny note: monkey, you are the first forum member I ever remembered from my dream.

[Monkeydog]

LIVIN THE DREAM.

[rekaru]

^strangeness. i had a dream about the forum/monkeydog last night too. :O
we were on a chat, and the interface/design looked really nice and functional. and we were all interacting through webcams. i remember something about monkeydog having a girlfriend, and him telling me to stop flirting with her. o.O

[Maelstrom]

Living the life of super stress. And I have at least 2 more years of it if all goes well.

Not too many dreams either, not with all the not sleeping I'm doing.

[Hyperlisk]

Living the life of super stress. And I have at least 2 more years of it if all goes well.

You should've expected that. :P Our army/whateveryouareperson intentionally stresses you from the day you begin, so that when under stress from the field it's just "normal"

[kspr]

this one was a doozy, i actually typed it up in word to remember it right after i got up. i've been having weird dreams every night and i don't know why.



It began innocuously enough-the robot double of President Emeril Legasse offered me fifty thousand dollars to kill the real president. At first I thought he was joking, only fifty grand? But then I remembered he was a government employee, and also a robot. I begrudgingly agreed, but had to know, why? Robot President Emeril told me that the real president was about to start a war against machines. He handed me an automatic rifle, an automatic pistol, and installed a radar app in my brain with the real president marked as a star with a circle around it. I snuck upstairs, but the clone forces of the secret service were waiting. They immediately opened fire and I shot back, disabling or exploding them all.

I made my way to the roof, where the president's plane was taking off. There were already several more that looked just like it already in the air. I commandeered one of those luggage truck things, and ordered the guy driving it to follow after the president's plane. The radar app installed in my brain showed me that I had to shoot out the engines of the plane to make it explode. Suddenly, one of the planes buzzed me and I lost track of which plane was which. All I saw were seven or eight planes with the engines all lit up.

I did the only thing I could do, and started firing randomly until I knocked out all the planes but one. It came down to buzz me one more time, and I grabbed on. After I pulled myself up to the back of the plane, I crawled along on my belly until I could see the remaining engines. I fired my automatic pistol at them until they started smoking and the plane went into a nosedive towards a nearby river. At the last second I jumped and fell into the water as the plane crashed into the wall of the canyon.

After I dragged myself out of the water, I started off towards the real reason I had come to the White House- Peter Jackson and Steven Spielberg were co-directing a Lord Of The Rings King Kong crossover, and were holding a massive promotional event on the White House front lawn. After getting the celebratory thumbs up from Robot President Emeril, I walked over the ridge, and towards the festivities. There, there was a huge line to meet the two directors in front of their colossal two-story tour bus, so I skipped that. On the far end of things there was a guy setting up a stage for a band to play, but they weren't ready.

A little bit removed from the action was a man sitting in a folding chair next to thousands upon thousands of boot leg videos, dvds, video games, and other bricabrac. Among his wares I found "Umbreon: Dark Chronicles" for the Sega Saturn. It featured a robotically styled Umbreon howling at the moon accompanied by a robotically styled Dr. Manhattan in a diaper. I also saw "Call Of Duty 2" on Betamax next to some VHS tapes of Barney the Dinosaur. Some kid ran past with a stack of games and movies in his arms and told his little brother they were ten cents each. "Sweet" I thought, and started to root around in a large bin, the Umbreon game already under my arm.

Nothing in particular caught my eye, so I moved on. Then, on another table, I saw the "Sonic The Hedgehog Aquatic Evolution Bundle" It started out in a large tin box, styled to look like a holographic undersea ruin with Sonic's logo on the front next to a sticker that said $11.90. Inside was a Super NES with all the wires and two controllers, some SNES games that I didn't bother to look at, Sonic Adventure for the Sega Dreamcast, Donkey Kong 64 with another unlabeled yellow cartridge attached to the bottom of it. There was also a shiny red DS with Pokemon Red and Yellow on DS cartridges, and Gold and Silver "TV" versions which were on shiny GBA cartridges. I soon bought them and as I walked away, woke up.

[Donkeymog]

I had a dream the other night that when I looked at the world through my cameraphone everything looked like Minecraft.

[kspr]

i dont know if this counts as a dream, or an episode of american dad...

It started with me living in Halifax, VA. I'm not even sure if there is a Halifax, Va, but I lived there. My dad, who looked a lot like Stan Smith, had just bought a 2010 Mustang California Special, and was super proud of it. However, he left it parked on the street one night, and it snowed, so it got towed away for the plows. The next morning, we found out it was stolen, and we borrowed my older sister's loser boyfriend's convertible (he wanted to be just like my dad) to go get his car back. However, the dumbshit left the top down, and the backseats were filled with snow. We drove around the town of Halifax, which in reality was Holland Michigan, looking for the car, until I somehow knew who took it and called him. His name was Arlen Munk. He said he didn't know how he got the car, and he wasn't going to give it back. so we went to kill him. As we drove up to where the car was parked I woke up because my dog was barking at NOTHING right underneath my side of the bed.

Then I went back to sleep, and I dreamt I was in a dark cave that looked like the inside of a throat, or some sort of intestinal tube. The only light came from a miner's helmet I was wearing, and it cast a weak cone of light on whatever I was looking at. I got one of my molars pulled, and was looking at how dirty and bloody it was. Then I woke up.

[Donkeymog]

Just had my first lucid dream.

I was sitting in my old front room talking to someone and I just asked them "I'm dreaming aren't I?" Everything kind of went weird for a second and then I had control of my dream. Weird experience, not sure if I liked it.

[Stars]

I have the worst lucid dreams. I only ever seem to realize that I'm dreaming when something mundane is going on, like a test I didn't study for or too many customers at work. Then I'm just like, "Forget this. I'm tired," and the dream ends. =/

That aside, I had a rockin' dream last night...and remember none of it.

[Maelstrom]

I had some rocking dreams last night too. Cuz I kept waking up and going back to sleep. But all I remember is the nightmare at the end of 'em.

I just remember I was with some people, scuba diving for something, and i was getting used to it when out of the blue, something big gray and blunt hits me from the sides. It's a great white and it's got my good right arm locked firmly in it's teeth. I hit it feebly with my left hand and then think to myself how fucked up my right arm must be. I try to bite it's snout but my mouth won't open wide enough. Then I wake up.

[kspr]

this one's weird even for me. i figured out that my strange dreams have come from taking walgreen's generic benadryl.

in my dream i was a black guy. i was also a slave for two people that lived in an apartment. one night, the guy who lived there decided it was time to torture and/or kill me. as the torture started, i was able to break free and throw the guy out a window. then i was hit in the face with a frisbee. i looked over and there was a huge warband of black people who were all former slaves. their leader said he had heard that i was being tortured and came to rescue me. they created a diversion by throwing thousands of frisbees to create a kind of smokescreen for me, and one of my irl friends george, who also isn't black, to escape.

after we joined up with the group, we walked to some national park area with hills, a forest, and a rocky waterfall. we made camp somewhere along the river that lead to the falls, and that's when my alarm woke me up.e

[rekaru]

Note: I am writing all of this while being incredibly sleep deprived.

This one was a telescoping dream I had a couple days ago.

I was on a road trip, and the driver was a friend. Somehow we made it to the top of the precipice, and then starting driving around the cliffs. I tried getting out of the car because I felt that we were going to fall, but my legs didn't want to work. It was pretty scary, and the car started driving around on two wheels on a friggin' cliff. But, as the car took a dip and fell, I woke up. This time, I was back in Texas on my service trip. I was trying to catch up to people, then went to play with dogs..that growled at me. I left and was met with a group of bears all sleeping. I tried sneaking around them, but I failed, and they chased me to this weird brick layout that looked like a face of a building with a door, but it was really small and didn't connect all the way around. The bears ripped the doors off and then I stopped and pointed out the logical inconsistencies of the earlier dream, and this one, such as: why would there be bears huddled around a dog shelter, how did everyone else get around them?, and why didn't i see them on my way in? (and if i did, how did i get through them?), why didn't I walk away?..and so on. So then I redid the entire dream sequence and corrected my behaviour so that I could survive. Then I woke up and I was at home talking to my dad about the chicago cubs game on the radio.

And then I finally (really) woke up.

[SpazCat]

Last night I had a dream... I guess I'll share...

I was in the doctor's office, for who knows what, and suddenly the doctor gasps and goes, "Oh My God! You're pregnant!" I immediately look down to my belly and see no bump. I look at him confused. next thing I know I'm in a hospital bed waiting for him to come in. All I could think about was how I wasn't pregnant and how they were going to think I was a liar and arrest me. So I took off running. The cops were all looking for me and everything! I was then awoken by my alarm...

I was happy to be awake...

[rekaru]

I slept for 12 hours, and this one dream is particularly horrifying.

From what I remember, I was ordered to kill a puppy. I don't remember the exact reasons, but it was understood that it must be done, for if it grew up, bad things would happen. So I grabbed the nearest heavy object around me, and crushed its chest and what I thought was its heart. The puppy picked up its head, with its eyes barely open, and looked straight at me with sorrowful eyes. I broke down and wept. I grabbed the nearly lifeless puppy, cradled it in my arms, and hoped that it would survive, and if not, I wanted its last memories to be of something pleasant. I just couldn't bear to even put it out of its misery.

I woke up crying.


edit: I think I may have realized the source of this dream. In a "terrible things you've done" post on Reddit, someone told a similar story. This guy's dog was going die very soon, and so he wanted to put it out of its misery. He got his friend to shoot it multiple times, but it survived. This old dog that was very loyal to his master..started crawling away from him in fear. Ughh. :(