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Post by SixOfTheRichest on Jul 12, 2023 10:08:57 GMT
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π²π΅ on Jul 12, 2023 10:42:36 GMT
I was picking up feral kittens off a busy road (during a lull in the traffic) and I had to collect as many as a could before the traffic became more heavy and they get squashed. The kittens were really small and looked like hairy caterpillars.
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Post by Carl LaFong on Jul 12, 2023 10:55:32 GMT
I was picking up feral kittens off a busy road (during a lull in the traffic) and I had to collect as many as a could before the traffic became more heavy and they get squashed. The kittens were really small and looked like hairy caterpillars. Isnβt that a computer game?!
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Post by theravenking on Jul 13, 2023 15:17:20 GMT
I got into horse racing, a subject I know next to nothing about in real life. I had an advisor who told me what to do, a weird gnome-like guy looking almost like a leprechaun but without the characteristic green garb, and we went to a horse auction where I bought two racehorses. They were named Junkfood and Dufflecoat. The gnome assured me, that they were sure winners. But then suddenly I was at the first race and had to watch Junkfood falling behind, being beaten by the other horses and I kept shouting: Come on, Junkfood, don't let me down!
Alas, he did let me down, ending up in sixth or seventh place. So I went looking for the gnome to vent my anger, but there was a huge crowd at the race course and even though I managed to make him out among the people, I couldn't reach him, he kept getting further and further away from me, ... and that's the last I can remember before I woke up.
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Post by Nalkarj on Jul 13, 2023 16:47:57 GMT
I got into horse racing, a subject I know next to nothing about in real life. I had an advisor who told me what to do, a weird gnome-like guy looking almost like a leprechaun but without the characteristic green garb, and we went to a horse auction where I bought two racehorses. They were named Junkfood and Dufflecoat. The gnome assured me, that they were surer winners. But then suddenly I was at the first race and had to watch Junkfood falling behind, being beaten by the other horses and I kept shouting: Come on, Junkfood, don't let me down! Alas, he did let me down, ending up in sixth or seventh place. So I went looking for the gnome to vent my anger, but there was a huge crowd at the race course and even though I managed to make him out among the people, I couldn't reach him, he kept getting further and further away from me, ... and that's the last I can remember before I woke up. I love this. I really love this.
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Post by ShadowSouL Likes This on Jul 14, 2023 3:54:29 GMT
I got into horse racing, a subject I know next to nothing about in real life. I had an advisor who told me what to do, a weird gnome-like guy looking almost like a leprechaun but without the characteristic green garb, and we went to a horse auction where I bought two racehorses. They were named Junkfood and Dufflecoat. The gnome assured me, that they were surer winners. But then suddenly I was at the first race and had to watch Junkfood falling behind, being beaten by the other horses and I kept shouting: Come on, Junkfood, don't let me down! Alas, he did let me down, ending up in sixth or seventh place. So I went looking for the gnome to vent my anger, but there was a huge crowd at the race course and even though I managed to make him out among the people, I couldn't reach him, he kept getting further and further away from me, ... and that's the last I can remember before I woke up. There's a movie in there somewhere.
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Post by ShadowSouL Likes This on Jul 14, 2023 3:55:23 GMT
I dreamed that Donald J. Trump was actually President of the United States of America.
More like a nightmare, actually.
That was a dream, right?
Right??
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Post by Xeliou66 on Jul 16, 2023 19:34:28 GMT
Unfortunately I rarely have a good dream, Iβm glad when I sleep well with no dreams. I frequently have scary dreams/nightmares where Iβm extremely enraged at people and sometimes the dreams turn violent. Occasionally Iβll just have the usual strange dreams that donβt make much sense and arenβt good or bad.
However a few weeks ago I had a really good dream about this girl I once knew and was very attracted to, I dreamed she was talking to me and we were having an enjoyable time. It was very depressing when I woke up alone.
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Post by Hnefahogg on Jul 16, 2023 20:15:19 GMT
I don't remember my dreams.
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Post by ant-mac on Jul 17, 2023 6:44:53 GMT
I was moving into a new area and a new apartment with my son. It was obviously set in the past, because my son was still a young boy of school age... he's now 27.
The dream dealt mostly with the move itself, setting things up, making sure we had everything we needed and, for some reason, a visit to our new local McDonald's store.
Also, there was no oxygen in the atmosphere, so we constantly had to wear oxygen bottles and ensure that all the buildings we entered were airtight. It was like living in a cross between Earth and Lunar.
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Post by theravenking on Jul 21, 2023 15:17:20 GMT
I dreamt that I was a teenager again and was visiting one of my aunts. Her apartment looked nothing like it did in real life, but more like something out of a Doris Day movie, with lots of pastel colours. My aunt seemed very excited and when I asked her, what was going on, she confided in me, that we were related to the Windsors, yes those Windsors, the British Royals, and she had a wonderful surprise for me, because guess who was coming for a visit? Prince Charles (he was still a prince in my dream). And there he was the next moment sitting in my aunt's living room, drinking cofee. I felt very awkward, not knowing what to say to Charles. He had a bag with him and pulled out a large book, claiming he had bought this antiquarian work for very cheap at a flea market, but it was supposed to be quite valuable. I tried to act like I was impressed although I wasn't really buying that Charles was an intellectual who would care about antiquarian books. Still I would've been interested to take a look at the book, but at that moment a woman who had come with Charles, an assistant or female friend, adressed me, asking: Shouldn't you be at school at this time of the day?
I realized, that I should've indeed been at school, even more so because we were writing an important math exam, so I excused myself and hurried back to my boarding school. I went to my room to get my school bag, but I couldn't find it anywhere, instead the entire room was littered with papers and documents and looking through them I found weird items like my own birth certificate and a map of nuclear test sites in the Pacific. Like so often I woke up before the dream would've come to a definitive conclusion.
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Post by theravenking on Jul 27, 2023 11:16:23 GMT
I only remember that I was preparing a meal, adding parts of brain tissue to the food. Yes, there was a human brain in a jar, and I was cutting off tiny pieces from it to put it into some sort of salad I think it was. Hannibal Lecter would've been proud, although in my dream I felt a bit uncomfortable, not sure whether I should really be doing this.
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Post by Nalkarj on Aug 2, 2023 22:08:09 GMT
Night before last, but the dream was so scary and strange that I still remember some of it. (Also, I told someone about it that day, which helps.) I am in a hotel with my mother. The hotel has mostly dark wood paneling and has this long corridor that leads to an elevator. I think thereβs a bar somewhere around, or perhaps in, the corridor. A bunch of people are milling about the corridor/bar, drinking and laughing and chatting and waiting for their turns to go up the elevator. They, and Mom and I, are waiting for the elevator because it leads to a haunted house (i.e., a Halloween-style βhauntβ) on the floor above this bar floor. Eventually itβs Momβs and my turn and we go up. When we get off the setting is completely different and weβre in this huge warehouse-like building with extremely high ceilings. Basically it looks like a Costco. All the lights are on. There are a few perfunctory Halloweeny props, papier-mΓ’chΓ© tombstones and plastic spiders and things like that, but mostly the area is unthemed. A ton of actors are around, wearing vampire costumes. Nearly all of them are wearing Dracula-esque black capes, with red linings, and a few have what look like plastic fangs. (Now that Iβm writing about it, Iβm realizing that this dream is more or less a remake of one I had about my father and me in a haunted house. That dream also had a bar and a huge warehouse-like building, though in that one Dad and I were in the waiting area and never managed to get into the haunt. Stillβis my unconscious running out of material to make into dreams?) Mom and I start walking through, and some of the actors start getting too close to us. I tell one to back off, and he does, but then more vampires come and start swarming us. Now theyβre circling us. One leans in as if to bite Momβs neck; I push him off. Then I realize that these are real vampires, and Iβm terrified, but every time one goes in to bite Mom or me, I make the sign of the cross with my fingers and the vampire backs off. But still theyβre all around us and Iβm not sure how we can get out. As far as I know we didnβt!βbecause I canβt remember the rest of the dream. β¦ Now, if you want to hear something weird, in real life Mom likes to send me articles from the site Art of Manliness. So this morning I get an email from her with a new articleβcalled, I kid you not, β How to Manage the Vampire Problem.β With this picture: The βvampireβ in question is a philosophical metaphor rather than an undead bloodsucker, but stillβ doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-dooβ¦
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Post by theravenking on Aug 6, 2023 13:06:20 GMT
I was driving around town with a friend. Suddenly my friend pulls something looking like a USB stick out of his pocket and tells me he just bought this really cool new gadget which when inserted into the ignition can change the make of your car into anything you want. So we try it out there on the spot and since I always wanted to drive a Lamborghini my car turns into just that. I'm completely amazed, but when glancing into the rearview mirror I notice there's a police car behind us and I start to panick. What if they pull me over? I don't have a registration for this car, I could run into trouble. They might think I stole the Lamborghini. And rightly so, the cop car overtakes us and signals for me to stop. But instead of cops it's some weird furry creatures who get out of the car. One of them comes up to me and says they're from the wolf squad, that's why they're wearing these wolf suits, so they can sneak up on the wolves undetected, since there's been a lot of trouble recently in the area with wolves attacking sheep. - So have we seen any wolves? - they ask. I tell them, no, but my friend, the silly ass, chimes in with: - We've actually been looking for foxes. - and even starts to laugh which annoys me by no end. Thankfully the cops let it slide and after cautioning us on driving safely leave. By now my friend's laughter has turned into a manic scream, so I slap him in the face, telling him: Pull yourself together, will you! - He reacts by breaking into tears and I'm completely confused, not knowing what to do. I decide we should be heading home, and that's the last I remember.
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Post by yggdrasil on Aug 6, 2023 13:53:52 GMT
Brian Clough.
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