Last Dream You Had
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Simple enough since it was last night.
I dreamed I was working my old job at a clothing retailer. (It's been over 8 years since I worked there) It involved random chatting with various coworkers while I planned on stealing two pairs of socks. One pair white, one pair navy.
I need to no longer eat food at the fair. It messes with my head at night. I blame the cheesecake on a stick dipped in butterscotch.
I dreamed I was working my old job at a clothing retailer. (It's been over 8 years since I worked there) It involved random chatting with various coworkers while I planned on stealing two pairs of socks. One pair white, one pair navy.
I need to no longer eat food at the fair. It messes with my head at night. I blame the cheesecake on a stick dipped in butterscotch.
Last dream I had involved Scarlett Johansson, a hotel room and no logical explanation why. Aside from the obvious implications I think it had a lot to do with the Avengers.
Military dream
Buddy got shot in head, was alive still, I had to find the guy who shot him and get revenge for almost klling friend.
Woke up after debrifing.. no action really..
Buddy got shot in head, was alive still, I had to find the guy who shot him and get revenge for almost klling friend.
Woke up after debrifing.. no action really..
I was in a really sunny town that was populated by Germans and Russians. And they hated each other.
I was wandering around trying to get my bearings, and I was standing outside a pub, and having a conversation with a Russian guy who spoke a little english, and it was all pleasant enough. I'd seen the Germans and Russians glaring at each other and stepping widely around each other, but that was it.
Then another Russian guy tries to go into the pub the same moment this German guy tries to enter it (I'm not sure how I could tell them apart, I just knew) and they start getting in each other's faces. Just as another German guy comes up behind him and grabs him and kicks out his knees, and they start beating on him. There's blood ever. The Russian I'm talking to pulls a knife and dives in. Passersby start joining in, and the whole town devolves into this huge two faction riot, all around me while I'm just standing there, bewildered.
I was wandering around trying to get my bearings, and I was standing outside a pub, and having a conversation with a Russian guy who spoke a little english, and it was all pleasant enough. I'd seen the Germans and Russians glaring at each other and stepping widely around each other, but that was it.
Then another Russian guy tries to go into the pub the same moment this German guy tries to enter it (I'm not sure how I could tell them apart, I just knew) and they start getting in each other's faces. Just as another German guy comes up behind him and grabs him and kicks out his knees, and they start beating on him. There's blood ever. The Russian I'm talking to pulls a knife and dives in. Passersby start joining in, and the whole town devolves into this huge two faction riot, all around me while I'm just standing there, bewildered.
The last one I remember is me beating up a classmate in a bathroom, like the Splinter Cell: Conviction bathroom scene, for spreading rumors about me and another classmate I'm in love with. Rumors I wish were true.
Mind you, the only dream part that's actually dreamed up is the beating I gave that guy. I think it stems from me wanting power and still not having forgotten my bullies of the past. You could say I have some issues.
Mind you, the only dream part that's actually dreamed up is the beating I gave that guy. I think it stems from me wanting power and still not having forgotten my bullies of the past. You could say I have some issues.
Only thing I can remember about my last dream was that I was smoking a cigarette and it almost burnt my hand.
It was really weird, I've never smoked anything in my life and it all felt so real, holding the ciggy, taking a puff, the taste of it all even the heat from it.
I also had a dream where I lost one of my eyes and I could feel the nothing behind my eyelid when I blinked.
So I guess I dream about being Big Boss but instead of pulling off crazy one man army stealth jobs I stand around smoking and blinking...
It was really weird, I've never smoked anything in my life and it all felt so real, holding the ciggy, taking a puff, the taste of it all even the heat from it.
I also had a dream where I lost one of my eyes and I could feel the nothing behind my eyelid when I blinked.
So I guess I dream about being Big Boss but instead of pulling off crazy one man army stealth jobs I stand around smoking and blinking...
I do not remember most of my dreams but I will tell you about my most weird dream.
I was playing poker with Darth Vader, The Flash, Mr Bender Bending Rodríguez, and my dog Ted who not only had gained the abillity to talk but his voice was that of Sir Ian McKellen. I did not win a single hand.
I was playing poker with Darth Vader, The Flash, Mr Bender Bending Rodríguez, and my dog Ted who not only had gained the abillity to talk but his voice was that of Sir Ian McKellen. I did not win a single hand.
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It was kind of a nightmare, it mostly involved guilt of being happy that some guy died, and seeing scenes of why I hated him in a surreal way, but also seeing scenes of how he could have actually have been a good person, and now I'm confused and I don't know what I should feel, but the phrase that I said to myself on my dreams wasn't that convincing, I would be less vague but I'm not sure I want to give any clues as to what happened...
It was a nightmare that entailed a nuclear Holocaust, each time I died painfully in the exact same way in the exact same location, It repeated 10 times and I woke up shivering. Needless to say It was truly terrifying.
I did have the oddest dream last night. I met and fell for a pretty European lady. Then I found out she was a stripper/hooker and her club owner threatened me and abused her in front of me. The rest was a haze of blood soaked revenge. Serves me right for watching violent movies before bed.
I dreamt about ordering and receiving a packege in the mail, except it didn't look like a normal packege it looked like a small cardboard display from a gamestop or sometime, sideways and wrapped up, inside was 2 small blue gameboy pockets, an old gray gameboy, and a classic gameboy but colored gold, with three games, all of them pokemon blue version. When I tried to play the games, they turned out to be either haunted or screamed at me when I tried to turn them off, only one actually being pokemon, while the rest were something like mario or something else, I forget.
I woke up after one of the games screamed at me for trying to turn it off, but it wasn't exactly a nightmare, it just rustled my jimmies a bit.
I woke up after one of the games screamed at me for trying to turn it off, but it wasn't exactly a nightmare, it just rustled my jimmies a bit.
The last dream I had involved me getting shot.
On the one hand, I had fallen asleep in the middle of writing an action scene for my book.
On the other hand, apparently being shot in a dream represents being wounded emotionally or physically in your real life. This unfortunately also fits pretty well right now.
On the one hand, I had fallen asleep in the middle of writing an action scene for my book.
On the other hand, apparently being shot in a dream represents being wounded emotionally or physically in your real life. This unfortunately also fits pretty well right now.
My dream's premise was that the whole world was this Truman Show-style set built by a murderer to imprison and brainwash this one woman he planned to kill. He used plastic surgery and drugs to make her think that whatever was happening on the set was real. I had dinner with them and an android in a spaceship, she has been molded into a klingon, he had recreated Star Trek. She was impressed (under the influence of his drugs) by the plate of grape-sized electrons on the table which I could scoop up with a spoon while they remained unmoved on the table, like making a copy of them. At the end of the dream I floated high above the world with that spoon and turned over the world because it was a liquid with the consistency of paint. My dreams are rather multi-layered and meta like that.
Captcha: she loves him.
EDIT: I encourage all analysis of this madness/ demands that I see a psychiatrist.
Captcha: she loves him.
EDIT: I encourage all analysis of this madness/ demands that I see a psychiatrist.
Last night I dreamed I was the sudden owner of a hotel that must have been caught somewhere in an alternate dimension. I had to check each room to make sure everything could be put in order but every time I entered another room there would be some bizarre logic puzzle for me to figure out. For example, one of the rooms had an enormous peacock in it but it was too large for me to handle. But, there was some kind of 1000 piece puzzle nearby and each time I shattered it I either grew larger or the room got smaller along with the peacock. Eventually, I got big enough to crush the bird in one hand but then I had to figure out how to return everything to normal size. and that was only one of the rooms. I distinctly remember there being weird ghosts in the other rooms. They were not dangerous ghosts but they had riddles for how to get rid of them. I don't think I figured those out.
I dreamed that I was helping Nicholas Cage dump a dead body into a river filled with crushed aluminium cans. Afterwards we made chicken parmesean while taking tequila shots off Betty White's ass.
No more late night meals for me.
No more late night meals for me.
A while ago I dreamt that I was on a water tower...with Joss Whedon (I shit you not) and then I pushed him off the edge, over the safety railing, and he died... (Why the fuck would I do that!?!?!). I spent the rest of my dream trying to cover up my tracks and make sure nobody knew I killed him. When I woke up I thought I was still in my dream so I continued to think about how to cover up the murder.
In summary, I'm fucked in the head.
In summary, I'm fucked in the head.