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Post by JHA Durant on Mar 18, 2024 6:54:02 GMT
I had two separate dreams in the one night.
In the first one, it was time for my home town's event of the year, and I was looking forward to it, but for some reason or another I was only able to go to part of it instead of the entire weekend (and no, I didn't have work that weekend, someone was intentionally sabotaging me). I was only really able to attend the tail end of the show, when people were leaving, that this angered me. I think I was so angry I woke myself up.
The second dream was scarier; I was at home with my family when a group of seven people suddenly attacked. Four of the attackers had guns, another had a large knife and the last two had bats. Two of the gang were women. Thankfully they took their time preparing their attack, so I used their time-wasting abilities to acquire some weapons of my own for me and my family. I found a .22 calibre rifle (not the best gun in the situation, but still better than nothing), and shot one of the gang trying to enter through the back door. All hell broke loose. A huge gun battle erupted between me and the ones with the guns, with me killing two others and wounding another whilst trying not to get hit myself. One of my RL friends appeared with an AR15, engaging in a 1v1 battle with someone in my shed until he prevailed. A policeman also appeared, singlehandedly pinning the two remaining attackers down in another part of the property. Only one of the gang (a woman) survived the battle, and she was arrested. But my father had been shot a couple of times, and he was in a bad way, so the dream ended with a rescue helicopter arriving on scene to take him to hospital.
Most of the gang members looked similar to the ill-fated gang of rapists in Sudden Impact, which I watched a few nights ago. The battle felt very turn-based, like in a strategy video game. My friend who appeared with an AR15 does exist IRL, but I've never known him to use weapons, and I know for a fact he wouldn't know how to use an AR15. The police officer didn't take issue with the fact I just killed people in front of him, which I still find absolutely hilarious now.
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Post by JHA Durant on Mar 23, 2024 6:46:05 GMT
Had my first celebrity themed dream in a long time.
I dreamt that the area around my home had been deemed suitable for a music festival, so there were heaps of people coming to attend. The festival was a three day event (Friday, Saturday and Sunday). Anyway, they announced that Jason Derulo would be the main act.
As for me, I was doing accounting for someone (I think it may have been for my family, but I am not sure), so I had a lot of paperwork to do. I was pissed off, and none of the figures made any sense anyway (think of how words look like in AI-generated images, that's what they were like). Eventually I managed to get out of the house and go to the festival, and as I'm walking about I run into Jason Derulo who was equally bored of waiting for his performance to go ahead. We got talking, and I snuck him away from security and his entourage and showed him about the area, and he showed a lot of interest in where I lived. I took him to one of my favourite places, where we found (to my horror) that it was overrun by children running amuck and defacing the area. I even witnessed a tiny toddler scale up a 50 foot rock wall like it was nothing!
Suddenly, a fat boy climbed high up into a tall tree, and caused it to crash over, seriously injuring himself and a few other children. Jason and I helped get the hurt kids out of there, and chased away all the other unruly children. Night came and I went home, no longer interested in the festival, just angry at all the kids destroying my favourite place. As I got back, I was mobbed by people accusing me of kidnapping Jason and threatening to sue me and put me in jail. I was also in trouble for not doing any of the accounting work I was supposed to do. Sick of everyone's shit, I casually tore up the paperwork and walked off into the night. The dream ended there somewhere. I don't do accounting, and nobody would make me do it anyway. The favourite place actually exists, but there's no fifty foot high rock face there. The tree the fat kid pulled over exists as well.
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Post by uncreative on Mar 25, 2024 4:54:23 GMT
Hot tub threesome. I'm a little blurry on the details but I think it started out with me and the wife in a hotel room hot tub.
For unknown reasons some random lady jumped in there with us. I think it was because at least one of us was late for work and couldn't wait the the tub to be free. Except it turned into sex. I think it was mostly the wife watching me and the stranger.
Dream logic sure is something.
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Post by Nalkarj on Mar 27, 2024 13:24:20 GMT
I had to read the Epistle at a church service attended by the British royal family and offered for my deceased grandfather, who apparently figured out how to break the bonds of death so that he could show up at the service (if anyone could, it would be him). As I meandered around the nave, I saw him walking in. But, I realized, I had apparently just rolled out of bed because I stunk and was wearing pajamas. And the service was starting.
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Post by Nalkarj on Apr 9, 2024 12:21:05 GMT
I am in New York City with my mother and she is searching for a kind of lettuce (why in the city? Who knows?) called “Fiji lettuce.” We also are on our way uptown to attend a party, but along the way the city shifts between New York and Washington, D.C.
At some point we stop at a tiny, old Broadway theater to see a magic show. (I think this may be based on the Cort Theatre, where I once took my parents to see Derren Brown.) I can’t remember the show, because the next thing I know, we’re leaving. We’re saying that the show was kind of a disappointment, and anyway we have to make it to that party uptown, when Mom notices this new place called “The Abbey.”
We walk over and it’s a restaurant owned by the people who did the Jekyll and Hyde Club, which was a—real—themed restaurant off Times Square back in the Giuliani days when Times Square was Disney World North (I say this with affection; it’s when I was growing up).
Not to get too in the weeds, but Jekyll and Hyde had some pretty impressive theming, sets, props, lots of actors—and the food was crap, as I realized even when I was a kid.
In the dream I ask the girls at the counter if I can look around the Abbey, fully expecting they’ll say no because J&H unsurprisingly required you to sit down and order food if you wanted to look around at all the theming.
But the girls say sure, and off I go, wondering if the place is Gothic-themed like J&H. Nope: It’s surrealistic.
It has all-white walls with lots of windows, and wood floors, and it looks like a modern house—except for passages off the sides. Some passages have staircases with stairs that end too early, meaning you have to jump down; turn another corner, and the room will appear to shrink; turn another, and you’ll have to crawl through a tunnel to get in a tiny bathroom (with a large window that overlooks a river that sure doesn’t look like NYC, more like Vermont or something).
The weirdest thing of all is a hallway with a lot of corners, and every time you come to one, you catch a glimpse of someone rushing in front of you. There never is anyone there, it’s all some kind of trick, but it keeps happening, and it’s creepier than anything J&H had.
The dream ended when I found that tiny bathroom and then tried to get out: The tunnel had gotten smaller, making me claustrophobic. Then I woke up, wondering where I was going to find a grocery store that carries Fiji lettuce.
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Post by CrepedCrusader on Apr 15, 2024 4:54:20 GMT
I've been having weird dreams lately that end up actually waking me up every morning between 5 and 6 o'clock. The latest one was one where I was driving with my dad. In real life, he's a notoriously bad driver who half the time is looking everywhere but at the road. (Amazingly, the two or three accidents he's been in haven't been his fault.) well, in the dream, there was a kot of traffic, so he went up onto the sidewalk to get around it. I'm telling him to back on the road, but instead, he's looking all around and chattering about some nonsense, not paying any attention. I warn him too late about a pedestrian up ahead, and he runs the guy over. I know there will be serious legak consequences because he was driving on the sidewalk when he hit the guy, and for a moment I think if telling him to just gun it so we can get away before any cops show up. Then I think anyhow many doorbell cameras in the neighborhood probably already recorded us, and I'm so stressed out...that I woke up yet again after a weird dream.
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Post by CheetahCandy (kitty katty) on Apr 25, 2024 21:13:43 GMT
OMG...i had a doozy last night....it all took place at my house, but i wasn't there... Kurt Russell was a father...he was married to Marylou Henner...and her parents were Doris Roberts and whoever the actor was that played her husband on Everybody Loves Raymond...Kurt and Marylou's kids i didn't recognize, but they had a 10 or 11 year old son, a teenage daughter and a retarded son, in his early 20s, who had a black kitten as a pet. So anyway, Kurt turned evil and systematically wiped out his whole family. First, he electrocuted the retarded son and his black kitty in the basement. Then he put the young son in a room in the basement with a pack of angry dogs that ripped the kid apart....then, after the rest of the family caught on, in the next scene, he managed to tie up his wife and her parents, all in a row, in the front of the house and had a rifle on them with one bullet. The plan to kill them all with that one bullet....well, his daughter screamed when she saw it and was running around the neighborhood screaming for help. So somehow, Kurt managed to hook the gun up so that he just had to pull a string and the bullet would go through his wife's head, both her parent's heads and then his, since he opted to suicide at that point. And that's what happened. Then i woke up cuz i had to pee. Scared the bejeezus out of me though
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Post by JHA Durant on Apr 26, 2024 12:40:44 GMT
I had a short dream that everyone had a habit of turning on water taps and letting them run all the water out. I was forever going around turning off all these taps and telling people to stop doing that. My brother appeared out of nowhere asking me to help him with something, but I said no, and he got really mad with me. Finally, I just said "you know what, I'm taking ALL your water away! You'll have none to waste any more!" And then I woke up and had to pee real bad. Guess I really did take everyone's water away!
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Post by C-3POtatoe on Apr 26, 2024 13:05:30 GMT
Had dream, about one girl from work.
Ok so, actually that isn't my last dream. But it's the last one I had that was memorable.
I've had dreams since then... but the last one I remember is the one I described above.
Sorry, too much information.
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Post by Nalkarj on May 3, 2024 11:58:45 GMT
I am forgetful. I am not a good driver (to put a finer point on it, I’m an anxious driver). My father gets road rage.
All these added up in last night’s dream, in which I have to drive into New York City with my father (ha).
Worse, I’m in this cool old car, I think a Mustang, that is slower and has fewer safety features than everything else on the road. At one point I have to turn off the highway, and as I do I hit the barrier on the side of the exit, scratching the car.
My father starts freaking out, as he does in real life. We go on a bit farther down the road and I have to make another turn. I miss it, and my father, furious, tells me to pull over and get out. I do, and he slides over into the driver’s seat and takes off, leaving me along the side of the road.
I then have to walk back home, which is already far enough by car. But I don’t remember the walk; the scene changes to a train, which I am taking to a port so that I can catch a ferry.
I take off my shoes on the train, and then suddenly it’s my stop, and I run out, and I’m just in my socks. And all of a sudden my father is there again, mad at me again.
No points for deducing these are about issues with my father. It’s odd, though, because I haven’t had any major issues with him recently, so I don’t know why my unconscious brought all this up.
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Post by Prince Myshkin on May 4, 2024 6:38:07 GMT
I had a dream last night I was taking a test and my old English teacher, from high school, Mrs Thomas with the big hair, was watching me. And I hadn't studied and knew none of the answers.
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Post by 99999 on May 4, 2024 21:30:56 GMT
In my dream, I was trying to find a parking spot in Manhattan.
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