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Post by theravenking on Feb 1, 2024 15:22:29 GMT
I only remember, that I was part of a team of mercenaries and Sly Stallone was also among the group. I don't know the exact mission we were on, only that eventually we got trapped in a high-rise with our enemies moving in from all sides. We were up on the roof with nowhere to go and it looked like that would be the end of us, but then our contractor sent a remote-controlled helicopter to pull us out.
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Post by JHA Durant on Feb 9, 2024 11:29:59 GMT
I had a weird one. One of those where everything felt so real. It started out at a shopping centre (a small one) where there were two men, like in their late teens/early twenties pursuing a young well dressed woman all over the place. They were acting like dickheads, grabbing things from other people's shopping carts etc. As soon as I was done with the shopping, I left. Back at home, I suddenly see the young woman washing her hands in my bathroom, and I ask her what she's doing there. She ran off. Suddenly the younger of the two men (he was probably a teenager) tries blocking my path, saying that she already has a boyfriend, and that I should back off. The older man appears and tries fighting me right in my own fucking house! While he starts yelling about how I'm trying to steal her from him, I shut him down by saying, as calmly as I could, that him, his accomplice and the girl were all trespassing, and he was attacking me in my own home, and that all of them should fuck right off out of there. I ended by saying "you think you're special? Let's see what the magistrate has to say." The two men immediately left. That's about where I woke up. The younger man was fat, and looked very similar to Maury, the bouncer at Raisins on South Park. The girl looked like Riley Reid, but with silvery blonde hair.
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Post by 𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔅𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔞𝔯 𝔅𝔲𝔵 on Feb 11, 2024 21:29:22 GMT
I was asleep on my couch for a couple of hours but I dreamt I was at the gym - but it was different; things weren’t where they were supposed to be, the basketball court they have got changed - it was worse than before. It’s hard to explain, but it was weird - just like dreams tend to be.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 12, 2024 16:28:04 GMT
Tripartite dream: _______________________________________________________________________
I am at a restaurant with family, and I get up to walk to the bathroom. It is through these double doors (à la what you’d expect to go to the kitchen), which lead to a huge auditorium, stage and all. An old man and woman, whom I take to be the owners of the restaurant, potter about.
I ask the woman where the bathroom is, and she points to a doorway. I go in and immediately see it’s the women’s room, and suddenly the old woman is in front of me, angry. She says no, the men’s room is over there, and I walk across the auditorium but still don’t see a bathroom. I ask the man, but he only understands French, not English. I ask again in French and he gives a long response in rapid French that I mostly don’t understand.
Then his wife reappears, exasperated with me, and points again to what she says is the bathroom door, which looks like a painted theatrical set depicting a Parisian café. She pushes some buttons on the set and it turns into a door that leads to the bathroom, like the “musical lock” door in Willy Wonka. _______________________________________________________________________
We’re not done yet! The dream then shifts and I’m on a boat, off on an adventure with this beautiful girl by my side. This is the part of the dream that I woke up thinking of, but now I can’t remember it as well as the French restaurant!
It’s basically some sort of spy adventure, with boats exploding around me as I drive my boat up some river, towards a dock. The girl has long brown hair and seems very sweet.
But then, when I finally reach the dock, she betrays me! She’s actually the leader of the organization that is causing the boats to blow up, which is trying to take over or maybe destroy the world.
She and her fellow criminals all have guns and are standing on the dock above me, looking like they’re posing in a superhero movie (I’m still in the boat, looking up). She says she really is a good person and didn’t like lying to me, something moviesque like that, she believes that what she and her organization are doing is right.
I grab her hand and she looks at me, and because dreams are cruel, the dream shifts again. _______________________________________________________________________
I’m still on the dock, but now I’m with family again, in line for a Halloween haunted house. (I have haunted house dreams year-round, it seems.) I can see the sets in the distance where the actors are scaring people, and finally my group gets up to a counter where we check in. The guy behind the counter, dressed as a pirate or something like that, goes through some kind of act in which he draws on his skin. (I don’t know either, it’s a dream.)
Eventually someone comes with a knife and stabs it in the wood of the counter, between the fingers of the first pirate guy. _______________________________________________________________________
That’s mostly all I remember, except that I think the “house” wasn’t a walkthrough but a hayride. I don’t remember ever actually getting on the hayride, though. If you’ve made it this far… Um, thanks!
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Post by theravenking on Feb 13, 2024 9:26:39 GMT
I was cast in a movie. The plot revolved around a wedding which was going to take place in Saudi Arabia. I'm not sure why I got cast, the female director told me, it was because I had such a lovely voice. But then I found out, that I would only have a small supporting part, mostly consisting of me standing around in the background and singing as part of a choir. This made me very envious of the male lead who would get to act alongside this pretty blonde woman who was playing the bride. For some reason the lead hadn't appeared yet on set, and we had to wait for him for what seemed like an eternity.
Did the movie ever get finished? Perhaps I will find out in one of my future dreams.
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Post by PaulsLaugh on Feb 13, 2024 13:04:13 GMT
I admire how some folks can remember their dreams. I know have some goods one, but I forget them about two seconds after waking up. ☹️
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Post by politicidal1 on Feb 13, 2024 14:49:30 GMT
I only remember, that I was part of a team of mercenaries and Sly Stallone was also among the group. I don't know the exact mission we were on, only that eventually we got trapped in a high-rise with our enemies moving in from all sides. We were up on the roof with nowhere to go and it looked like that would be the end of us, but then our contractor sent a remote-controlled helicopter to pull us out. Did you get replaced by Megan Fox?
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 13, 2024 17:27:48 GMT
I admire how some folks can remember their dreams. I know have some goods one, but I forget them about two seconds after waking up. ☹️ I read somewhere once that the more you tell—or write down—your dreams, the more you’re able to remember them. Which may seem circular (if you remember your dreams, you’ll be able to remember your dreams), but even if you write down one small aspect of your dream (e.g., I was flying), you’ll remember more from the next night, even more from the next night, etc. I don’t know whether my remembering my dreams is good or bad—some dreams I definitely want to forget! But occasionally I draw from them for stories or poems, so I try to write down as many as I can. Something funny I’ve also noticed about my dreams is how locations, themes, and plot points all reoccur. The dream I recounted yesterday, from two nights ago, has many parallels to another tripartite dream that I had back in September. Both have me on a boat and at a dock, involved in some kind of spy plot, and knowing/learning that someone I’m with is a traitor. Both also, now that I think of it, have me searching for a bathroom and a recurring image of lines (scratch marks in the September dream, lines drawn on skin in the February dream). And then, of course, I’m always having dreams in which I’m at a haunted house or somehow simultaneously watching and in a movie. I wonder if those repeats make dream recollection easier—sometimes, within the dream, I think, Oh, it’s that again? I frequently used to have this dream of being in a snowbound town that had few, if any, people around and a ski-mountain chairlift, right off the main street, that was always broken. Every time I’d have a dream set there, I’d think, Oh, here again ?
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 5, 2024 21:16:08 GMT
I dreamed last night that I was at some kind of camp with a friend, my parents, and my uncle. I’ve dreamt of this nonexistent place before: It’s on a cleared-out space of land in the middle of a forest, with a dirt road running through. All the buildings are cabins, or at least in a cabinesque style. The main lodge contains the hotel/camp’s lobby, and there are smaller cabins dotted around the space, including one at a trailhead.
Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s probably a conglomeration of different real-life camps I’ve been to, particularly one in the Adirondacks where I’ve gone with family and one in the Catskills where I went on a middle-school trip (with that friend!).
I’m going around the property, noticing things that have changed since I was here last. At one point I go into the lodge, and it turns into a modernistic museum, all steel and touchscreens. (I think more happened around the property first, but I’m having trouble remembering it—I should have written down this dream right after I got up.)
I get interested in whatever the exhibit is, but then the museum ends and I walk into the gift shop. I’m looking around and see this pretty girl with short brownish hair. At one point I walk over to her and ask, “May I kiss you?” She says, “I think you’d better,” and I kiss her on the cheek, and suddenly the “camera” of my in-dream vision zooms out from the kiss and I realize we’re at a New Year’s Eve party, and clocks just struck midnight. I’m a bit disappointed that this is the only reason she wanted me to kiss her, so I ask her out on a date. She says yes, she thinks that would be nice, and she takes my hand and we walk out of the party/museum/lobby, back outside to the cleared field in the woods.
That ending (girl, party, taking my hand) is reminiscent of a poem I wrote a few months ago, which was inspired by my dreams but not based directly on any. I find that almost eerie (I wrote the poem, again, months ago, and I had the dream last night), unless my brain internalized the poem so much that it, well, adapted it.
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Post by theravenking on Mar 6, 2024 10:40:04 GMT
I had another one of my “hotel dreams”, and while dreaming I did not only realize, that I had dreamt about this location before, but I could also remember parts of my previous dreams.
As it so often happens in my dreams, I was a teenager again and somehow had come into the possession of a key to a hotel room. For some reason this room was always empty, so I could stay there whenever I wanted. The hotel was a huge modernist building next to a shopping mall, and I also managed to find a side entrance with a large winding orange staircase, which felt like my own personal entrance, since no-one else seemed to use it.
Imagine my shock, when this time I ran into people who were staying in my room! Or they had been staying there, because it looked like they were in the process of leaving, paying no attention whatsoever to me, so I could simply walk in. To my horror I noticed, that I had left some personal items and luggage there too. There was a suitcase and it was filled with unopened bags of popcorn and potato chips. Then suddenly from one moment to the next the people were gone and I was left alone to inspect the room, which I could tell had changed a lot since my last visit.
Previously the room used to be rather large, it had an indoor pool, but now it seemed to have shrunk considerably and looked just like an average hotel room with the only unusual item being a small black piano. My first impulse was to sit down and play the piano, but then I began wondering whether I wouldn’t be disturbing my neighbours, since for some reason by now it was already the middle of the night.
Next there was a change of scene and I found myself at the hotel restaurant which was arranged like an amphitheatre and crowded with people. I wasn’t sure what I was doing there until a waiter bumped into me asking whether I came to see the lady in red. I barely had time to answer before the lights were dimmed, and it was only then that I realised that there was a stage at the back of the room, and on this stage, there appeared a striking red-haired woman in a scarlet dress with a microphone in her hand. I was completely transfixed, watching her, but when I started focusing on her face, I realized I actually knew her! She was a girl from class I had a crush on. That girl was a brunette, so she must be wearing a red wig, - I thought, also wondering: So this is what she does outside of school!
Sadly I can’t remember any more of the dream, but who knows maybe the story will continue in a further instalment.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 6, 2024 14:00:39 GMT
Heh, theravenking, with your lady in red and my brunette at New Year’s, we’re quite a pair with these dreams. Nothing left for us but to pour glasses of gin and listen to weepy music! I love the images, by the way: “large winding orange staircase,” “unopened bags of popcorn and potato chips,” black piano, lady in red with a red wig.Does this happen to you? Sometimes I want a dream to continue, but it doesn’t the next night and then, usually, I forget about it. Then, some months later, I’ll have one that’s similar, like the one with the three scratch marks, or a follow-up, like my reoccurring dreams in the bookshop (or this camp). Funnily enough, I went hiking weekend before last and found three scratch marks on a rock that looked exactly like those from my dreams! Coincidence, of course—scratch marks are pretty darn ordinary—but it nevertheless spooked me a bit, as the New Year’s Eve segment did because of its similarity to my poem.
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Post by theravenking on Mar 6, 2024 14:21:07 GMT
Heh, theravenking , with your lady in red and my brunette at New Year’s, we’re quite a pair with these dreams. Nothing left for us but to pour glasses of gin and listen to weepy music! I love the images, by the way: “large winding orange staircase,” “unopened bags of popcorn and potato chips,” black piano, lady in red with a red wig. Does this happen to you? Sometimes I want a dream to continue, but it doesn’t the next night and then, usually, I forget about it. Then, some months later, I’ll have one that’s similar, like the one with the three scratch marks, or a follow-up, like my reoccurring dreams in the bookshop (or this camp). Funnily enough, I went hiking weekend before last and found three scratch marks on a rock that looked exactly like those from my dreams! Coincidence, of course—scratch marks are pretty darn ordinary—but it nevertheless spooked me a bit, as the New Year’s Eve segment did because of its similarity to my poem. Yes, this has happened to me too, although the ones I would most like to continue never do.
Awhile ago I bought a book on lucid dreaming, but somehow I wasn't too succesful when it came to putting theory to practice, although to be fair I only tried a few times without focusing too hard on the task.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 6, 2024 20:19:51 GMT
Yes, this has happened to me too, although the ones I would most like to continue never do. Aye. This is one of the several cruelties of dreams.I’m never sure what exactly counts as a lucid dream. Many times, I’ve realized that I’m dreaming, but I’ve never been able to control it or change the storyline, as people say when they describe lucid dreaming.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 12, 2024 4:12:14 GMT
My dream last night started with my uncle, my cousin, and me staying in a trailer that already had barely enough room for us three. Apparently, though, Cuz and I have volunteered to babysit all these babies—babies start appearing from everywhere, coming out (literally?) of the woodwork, and we are rushing, headless-chicken-like, to take care of them.
Later in the dream I think I’m back in that camp I described last time, except that now the museum part is larger than the cabin part. Anyway I’m in front of this museum with this device (I think an umbrella?) that can cause you to “fly” by lifting you up with a wind current. Does that make sense?—like in a comedy where a person with an open umbrella gets picked up by a wind, except that this device causes the person to direct it, like a kite. You just have to be careful or you could crash into a building!
I’m giving a bunch of people “rides” on this thing, and one person is this coworker I have a crush on. We chat a bit, she puts her arms around me like she’s holding on to Superman, I unfurl the umbrella, the wind picks up, and off we go, we’re flying. Nice dream.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 17, 2024 14:56:18 GMT
Long, involved, complex dream last night.
I am in a government building—I think it’s the New York State Capitol, because the governor’s office is across the hall from the room where much of the dream takes place, but it’s in Virginia, where my office is. I’m touring the building with a bunch of people from work, thanks to a friend who works in the building. I mention to the friend, in passing, that I never get a good sleep, and he says why don’t you sleep here. The room we’re in has a very comfortable pull-out bed, he says.
For some reason I take him up on this. I pull out the bed and go to sleep.
The next morning, I realize that I’m late for work and have to rush out, unwashed and unshaven, wearing a jacket over an undershirt.
I leave the room and hear the door click locked behind me. Oh no, I realize, it must be some kind of automatic lock! I still have clothes and bedsheets in there! I run to the main desk at the building and explain the situation. A girl says she’ll try to let me into the room but she’s not sure she can with her access pass.
I follow her back but at some point lose her in the government-office maze (Kafka?). I check the time and I’m so late for work. I run out of the office and, presumably, go to work.
The scene shifts. Now I’m in the car with my folks, passing the government building. I tell them that my things are still there. Next thing I know, I’m back at the desk, asking again about the clothes and sheets. The same girl takes out a plastic rectangular sack with my things in it, the bedsheets ironed and creased. I’m so relieved that I give her a hug.
Whew.
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