I have dreams 24/7, but most of them would be too much for you young ones.
J/K. I have a lot of “doomsday” dreams. Sometimes they’re re-enactments of Armageddon, sometimes more The Day After Tommorrow. Then, I have dreams about the stories I write; For instance, I’ve been dreaming a lot about the sci-fi wars that [will] take place in my works. Other times, I dream about something weird. These dreams are foggier and very unclear. Then, there are the “normal” dreams, which consist of hanging out with friends, posting on forums, and playing games. It’s like a weekend day replayed in my head.
I really like the cinematic dreams.
I dreamed I was a unicorn riding a bike…
I once dreamed my math teacher was making me eat pot roast(I am a veggatable/vegitarian). She was a really scary math teacher.
I also dreamed my S.S. teacher gave me back a failed test. I was scared of him afterward for weeks, even though he is pretty nice.
I have this dream that comes about once/twice a year, and I know it very well. I’ll spare you from the long description that you won’t understand anyway, though.
Once, I had a dream that I was, like, a noble lady in some imaginary land, and I just sat around all day telling people to do stuff for me while I had fun.
dreams make great novels… when I was like 6 i had this cool dream (its too long to write down here) and I tried to type it up on my computer. (yes I had my own computer when I was 6.) Turned out, as I thought, horrible, but when I open it up now, I think, awwww.
last night I had a dream that my mom was Elastigirl and we went on a vacation and the world had been renovated so we couldn’t find anything. So Elastigirl kept putting on her superhero glasses instead of her sunglasses. Then when I found my friend, I found that I could levitate.
I had a dream last night that I was on a spaceship. A very large, living-community spaceship. And a group of people and I were trying to overthrow the evil government on the ship, so we were sneaking around and climbing a lot and stuff. it was fun. Anyway, we went to this aquarium thing to find some clue or something, which we weren’t allowed to do, and then we went outside the spaceship which we weren’t allowed to do either. And outside the spaceship was all bouncy and light-feeling and I went outside with two other people; the other girl and I were chaperoning the boy so he couldn’t take pictures and post them on his myspace and jeopardize the mission. It was a good dream.
do you people ever have dreams which involve things from your life like you thinking ‘why should i buy a black skirt there’s only one concert left?” when you actually do slightly need a black skirt but don’t think its worth it because you’d only wear it to concerts and your last ones in two weeks?
You all have pretty interesting dreams. I never remember mine. Except a few, like the one about the flying bike or the time I was Frodo and I went to Mt. Doom and forgot the The Ring.
I have complex, vivid dreams that I remember in detail, but I only understand them when I’m thinking about them. When I try to write them down, everything gets jumbled up and I never can quite put them into the right words.
A few nights ago I dreamed that Julius Caesar’s spirit came back to life and possessed some guy. He then proceeded to win the Vogons to his cause and begin a campaign for world domination, beginning by conquering my school and using it as his base. For some reason he appointed me to help him get used to the modern world, and we went out to teach him how to drive in a blue volkswagon. Obviously, he was a very bad driver, but we survived, and then Caesar got ahold of a gun and wanted to learn how to use that, and then I woke up. Moral of the story? If you don’t want weird dreams, don’t do your Roman history homework right before bed, lol.
I barely ever remember my dreams…. except i remember that i had one last night…. i don’t know what it was though…
i think i’m going to keep a pencil and some paper by my bed so i can write down my dreams as soon as i wake up if i have any…
I had a dream a few years ago where there was a model of the world in my backyard and I could jump into any place on the earth that I wanted to. I jumped into somewhere like Sweden and was lying in a bunk with a fur blanket over me. It was in a small, dark room made of logs stacked up. There were other kids lying in bunks too. A woman came in and told us to go outside, because otherwise we would be shot. So we went out of the room and there was snow on the ground and it was cold. Several men in fur coats were shooting at something in the air. I looked up at the sky and jumped back out into my backyard quickly so the men wouldn’t follow me.
I think I remembered it all correctly. A lot of my dreams (though lately i’ve been having fewer ) are sort of confusing, so when I try to write about them, the words sound weird.
Being the history freak that I am, I often have dreams where I am in history. It is very odd, because my brain makes up these totally random sides of these historical people that I never would have thought about awake. Like pvt. Collins on the Lewis and Clark expidition havng a twitch. Or Sitting Bull having a habit of nodding his head when he was talking. It was very interesting.
one time I dreamed that I was in this house with this boy and we were trying to accomplish something like a quest sort of things and it was like being in a fantasy book.
When I was little I dreamed about conveyor belts a lot.
I had a non historical dream last night where there wasthis blog format, only it was laid on the ground, and we were all running around on it, being these wierd warrior things, fighting giant flesh eating thingies. There were also these gigantic metal rings rolling around, and I got stuck in one
Me: GAPA, Help!
GAPA: *laughs evilly*
Me: *starts to roll away* AAAAAAA!!!!
100% cotton: Do you think we should help her?
Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas: Of course! the flesh eating thingies will eat her!
Me: AAAAAAA!!!
100%: So?
*Flesh eating thingies come closer*
Gwendolyn: Also, she is the only one who knows how to kill the big flesh eater.
100%: Hurry up, Gwen! What are you waiting for?
*they help me out of gigantic metal ring*
Then the big flesh eater comes over and I throw a choklit bar into its mouth. It shrivels up and dies along with all the others.
Oh, that’s weeeeeird, Elasse-Adael! I had conveyor belt dreams, too! I also had a dream about a magic, time travelling slide and a Cirque du Soliel show. Don’t ask.
I get these weird dreams. And then there are these ones that keep coming back to haunt me…like the one that is like a Super Mario/ Super Tux game exept it is in black and red and the unverse/ room/ level is made out of silver pipes that are trying to kill you and you have to run allong them to get away from the Big Black Shape that is also trying to kill you and if you fall you keep on falling and falling bouncing of the pipes which really hurt…
Mom says I have to set up for supper… More on the Bean Dream later…
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7. HAHAHA those are odd. im vegetarian too. but i dont call myself a veggetable. its annoying enough when people are like
“wait….do you eat ice cream?”
“yesss…..”
“what about chicken”
“noo….”
“fish? skittles? popcorn?”
“no, yes, yes”
“what?”
“no for fish, yes for skittles and popcorn”
“yes what?”
“yes that i eat them”
-silence-
“what about chicken?”
and then other people:
“oh. my. god. i wouldn’t be able to live without meat!!!” *HAR HAR HAR HAR*
“uhm….yes you would”
“omg no i wouldn’t!!!”
“yeeeees……you would.”
“whatever. lyk, i mean, how do you LIVE without MEAT?”
“i do.”
“that’s stupid. do you miss meat”
“no, because i never ate it.”
“weeeird……….but don’t you, lyk, want it sometimes?”
“no. you can’t want something when you don’t know it. i get grossed out by meat.”
“you DO? WHY”
“because. i think it looks gross.”
“meeat!! meeaat!!! you knoooow you waaant meeat!!!!” *waving disgusting slice of ham in my face “ha ha ha ha look at the meat!! ha ha ha ha!!!”
“ew!!!! ewwwww!!!”
“HA HA HA MEEEAAAT!!!!! YOU REALLY WANT TO EAT IT, HUH!?!???”
“um. no. can you get it out of my face, PLEASE? it smells disgusting.”
“you’re mean. that’s my food you’re talking about”
*rolls eyes*
9. that DOES sound fun.
10. LUCKYYYY!! HAHAHAHA!!
11. HAHAHAHA. wow, technology DIDNT influece THAT dream *is sarcastic*
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wow muser dreams constitute laughter, not contemplation….
20- I had to try really hard not to laigh when I read that one. It sounds exactly like something that would happen on the blog.
22- I had the WWII dream. It was a flippin’ awesome dream!
I personally haven’t had many interesting dreams lately, but I had a sleepover on Friday, and we got around to talking about dreams. Here’s a couple of very… erm… singular dreams that my friends have had.
JENSEN DREAMS
DREAM NO. 1: Okay, so Jensen has these weird dreams every once in awhile that are exactly the same but have different friends in them each time. In the dreams, she and a friend are spies ( black lichra suits, really cool grappling hooks, funkalicious weapons, the whole shpiel) and they’re fighting enemy spies. In each of the dreams, the format is basically the same until a friend, depending on their personality, does something different. I was in the most recent dream. Now, as a forewarning, I am the brains of my group of friends *numerous MBers gasp*. So the dream is going a log like it normally does, me and Jensen gunning down the forces of eville, when we pause behind a large wooden crate to catch our breath. Then, she asks me the definition of this gargantuan college-level word, and I give it to her perfectly. And reportedly, in the dream she’s all like, “Wow, I’ll have to remember that when I wake up!”. And then, when she wakes up, guess what? She couldn’t remember the definition of the really big word.
25: I HATE it when people wave lunchmeat and junk like that in front of my face. It SMELLS awful! The appropriate way to reply is this: “BEEF: It’s what’s rotting in your colon”. they usually turn green and sort of go quiet
My little sister calls me a veggetable. People always ask the same questions over and over again! And then, I have to explain that NO, I don’t want jello, or gummy bears, or anything like that, because they have gelatin in them!! EEK!! And them people sort of look at you funny. And school food always smells awful, weither it is meat or not(But then again, I go to a wierd school)!!!
i have the wierdest dreams that make no sense but at the same time alot of sense, and theres always someplace or somebody that i know in the dream… i had a dream not to long ago about my dad trying to kill me………….
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The Stalking Torch Singer of Knottingham (formerly The stalking Yeti of knoggtingham) says:
whenever I am having a scary dream, I open my eyes reflexively, see i’m in my room, am reassured, then slip back in the dream.
once I had a dream I was at this big mansion party and like everyone was there. I was playing in this sandbox and there was this guy wearing a hooded blue sweatshirt and he was very mysterioso. so when he got I followed him around the mansion (which was white marble) until I got to this bathroom and I opened the door, and inside was this chinese lady changing her toddler’s undies. I said sorry then went lokking for Blue Hoodie. So I found him in the kitchen which looked suspiciously like mine, and I snuck up behind him and pulled the hood off, and It was my idiot neighbor, Sam. Odd.
36-You don’t know what it is? Then it’s my duty to tell you. It’s reclaiming abandoned land, usually in the dead of night, as gardens. You plant native and edible plants on a piece of land that nobody uses. Then, when the plants mature, you give them to a food pantry or donate them. It’s a way of reclaiming the land and being environmentally realistic.
That does. We should all do that. Maybe at the convention we seem to never be having. Maybe just all the Illionios people could gather outside the muse building and demand they give us a tour.
I’m an Illinois person!!! I shall go to the LaSalle avenue building (it’s by my moms work) and demand to be let in to the muse office!! I shall try that on… SUNDAY!
46-Why, Coontz-sensei, thank you. At least, I think that was a compliment!
48-Kiki darling, if they falter say you’re under the command of Queen Julietaini the Flamablamabous of Kiador, in her Reign Most Glorious. And that Coontz-sama knows you, and quakes with fear at your name.
I had a nap and dreamed I was a parrot who could only speak in quotations. H.L. Mencken quotations, at that. Perfectly awful. And then I was eaten by the Blessed Damozel, of the famous poem. I should really stop eating papadums before I go to sleep.
Well that’s too bad.Maybe if we all hide in the trash cans near the door and jump in when they unlock it? Hmmm. Or do they have those new doors where we enter a keycode? If so, do you know what it is, Robert? Not that I’m up to anything suspicious…*slips Robert hot cinnomin-glazed cashews, still fresh*
I had a dream where I was on this train thing going to Great America(a really fun amusment park) and we hwere headed to Raging Bull (which has a really sttep drop.Like this:
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for a really long time. I held my hands up the whole time I was on it for the first time.) and my friends who were afraid of hights were there but theygot off when i wasn’t looking and I was all alone.
I had a dream where I was traveling in an olde tyme wagon with some other people and we stopped at this old, decrepit house to get out of the wagon for a bit. i think someone died, and we were on the way to the funeral. A girl with us wouldn’t come back to the wagon when we wanted to start traveling again, and when we said, “Whateverhernamewas, aren’t you coming?” she said “No” and then we could see that she was a vampire. It was frightening.
Then when we got to the place of the funeral, all that was there was a small patch of fresh earth. As soon as I walked toward it, evil spirits came out of the ground and started whispering things to me. I sort of closed my eyes and turned away so I wouldn’t have to see them, because I knew that they were bad. Then walls fell down around me and I was in my bedroom and all transparent. It was me that had died. The patch of earth was right at the foot of my bed, and I couldn’t move out of the room. I was trapped forever and no one could see me and no one could hear me and no one would come near me.
When I woke up from this dream, it was 5:30 in the morning of a school day. I didn’t dare go back to sleep, because every time I dozed off again I could feel myself slipping into the dream again.
I used to dream a lot about being in a Harry Potter computer game. They were sometimes good dreams, but often they featured me as Harry in a level that was too hard for me and I kept dying and was scared out of my wits.
I had a dream where I was Hiking around in CApe Dissapointment (bunny points to anyone who knows where that is) and everyone else left, so I kept on hiking, and the signs disappeared, and the trail disappeared and everything seemed totally untouched and an elk ran across my path, and I almost smashed into the person who was following it, and it was Meriwether Lewis and he was all like “who the ___ are you?” and I was like “I’m ___________”, and he was like “Are you an Indian?” And I was like “it’s American Indian, and No, I’m Not. ” And he wa like “How did you get here?” And I was like “I hiked” and he was like “Okay. What are you wearing?” “and I was like”Um, Normal Clothes”. This went on for a while, until we finally asked each other what year it was, and he was like “1806” and I was like “2006”, and I kept hiking, thinking there must be some wierd joke going on, and I got to the edge of the River, and I looked out over it, and I thought ‘oh, no way.’ because it was alot narrower and wilder than it is today, and the bridge was GONE, and the entire town across the river was GONE, and there were no buoys, and no Coast Guard, and no motorboats out, and no depletion,only trees and water and Salmon, and some Members of the Clatsop tribe out fishing for Euchalon. And then I was on the other side, and I was stepping through the brush and I came upon Fort Clatsop, and I walked in, and everyone was like “What the ______?!?!?!?!?!?” and I said, “Listen. I don’t know how I got here, or how I am going to get back. I come from the year 2006, and somehow I ended up here. ” There was a short interruption here while somebody said “200 years!” and they all looked scared. “I don’t know what happened, but right now I’m freezing and wet. Can I come in?” and I sat down inside. Everrybody started asking questions about 2006. “What ees writttteeen aboot meh?” Charbonneau demanded, and I was like, ‘Ah…Youre a hero!” He looked very pleased with himself. Clark wrote in his journal “Now he shal truley be insuffereble.”
That is the last thing I remember of that dream. Wierd, huh?
I never remember any of my dreams completely, but they all are similar in one respect. They all include family/friends/experiences of mine combined in the most odd ways. It’s like my brain takes all the things I’ve seen and people I’ve met and mixes them up and spits out my dreams.
Very weird, Otzi, considering the fact that the Lewis and Clark expedition ended in 1804.
Why do we dream, and why are our dreams often so absurd? Methinks this is a question for the admins.
I think we dream so our brains
a) don’t get bored
b) can reshuffle old experiences to make new connections
c) can put together some random stuff to keep us busy while it rejuvenates itself
I had a dream last night that the stage at school had turned into a sandy beach with all of these beautiful coconut trees and all sorts of pretty shells. The walls were sky, and the sun was setting on the back one. And the seats for the audience were gone, replaced by this gorgeous Gulf-of-Mexico-blue ocean. There was a dock attached to where the back wall should have been, and the stage manager and assistant stage manager were helping groups of friends onto these little circular cushioned rafts with nice, brightly-colored canopies hanging right above them. About five people could sit on each raft. Tech people were rowing everyone out into the water and dropping the little anchors so they could stay and watch the show. Then, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon and the moon and stars appeared on the former walls, the tiki torches on stage came up and lit it. All these little candles on the middle of the poles that held the canopies up were ignited, too. I was peeking throught the right wing entrance curtain, and then I remember the stage managers coming onto the stage off of their own little raft and telling us to get into costume in the green room (backstage). I had to wear this dress made of cinnamon rolls. All the girls did, for some reason. And then we did our performance, which the crowd loved. All in all, it was a really good- if kind of obscure- dream.
61- Gwendolyn, dear, “this gorgeous Gulf-of-Mexico-blue ocean”?? Um, as far as I know the Gulf is more… muddy brown and polluted? With tons of trash floating in it? And the sand is horrible, too.
Many of my dreams involve cemetaries. Why? No idea. Maybe I have some sort of subconcious fixation. I don’t mind, though, as those dreams with graveyards in them usually take place in very detailed and scenic settings.
Anata~ChinTsu (58),
No one knows for sure why we dream. And unfortunately for those of us curious about dreams, dream research seems to have gone out of fashion.
Here’s a link to an article about dreams in Stanford Medicine — the magazine I edit for my job at Stanford medical school.
I had a dream that there was a contest at my school to see who could jump of a cliff the most times without breaking their neck. I don’t think there’s anything else to say here.
Last night night I had a really freeky dream that my dad died in a cave and that he came back as a zombie. Scared the ^^^^ out of me, so when I woke up, I was shaking. I thought about it during school and I started to feel like I was going to barf. I hate those icky zombie dreams. I happen to have a lot of them.
In that same freeky dream there were these rats that were petrified in crystal and they were frozen in action and the zombie dad pressed a button and the dead, petrified rats started to move in this zombie way, the way they were moving when they were petrified. That accounted for half of scaring the ^^^^ out of me. I never tell anyone about these really freeky dreams, so you should consider yourself lucky. I’ve been having them a lot lately… Maybe they’re a manifestation of some latent superpower. I hope. Hey, GAPA, why don’t you make a Superpower/superhero thread? I’m sure a lot of us will be happy. P*ease?
kiki! that sounds like this book i once read! its a pretty easyy book… ‘which witch’ is called… i had the oddest dream when i was like 8. you see i was OBSESSED with harry potter (the books) and i had this dream that their ‘dragons’ we accually huuge geese. odd… what about awake dreams? i want PSYCO for a while and i made up this i had this boyfriend who was this plastic skull and he was named frankie and i kept shouting ‘tequila!'(ya know the song ‘tequilla’ ? well we played it in band so that wad where that came from, i was NOT drunk! :)!) over and over and banging the milking bucket and a pot together. my boyfriend (the skull) went on a diet and then i killed him. then i woke up. well not really… i was never alseep. but you see I NEVER act that way normally so i have concluded that i was dreaming.
ah “never act that way normally”?? I beg to differ…..
hahahahahahahah! I had a weird dream once, probably brought on by stress, where my computers teacher had chained the class to the computers and was whipping peoples who weren’t typing fast enough. Obviously that was not my favorite teacher, computers has never been my best class….
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and lets get the bacon delivered before monday says:
i only have dreams about being at home when i am somewhere else, strangely. i love my dreams. i have wonderful times in them, and since i have somehow developed a way to change them if i need to, i never like waking up from them. unfortunately, they are too complicated to relate here. having a normal dream is wierd for me, having a wierd dream is normal for me, and whoever says that dreams have certain meanings should examine my head before they make any more stupid statements…
*lurks blindly*
Lately, dragon, i have actually been quite calm! And i was going to post what frankies diet actually was but i thought it might get zapped. i nearly went insane again typing this e-mail but i thought it had been long enough since it happened! Oh! desertdragon!! Tell the ones about the goats!!!!!!! (i love that one!!)
I have so many weeeeird dreams. like this one where Lord Farqquad Was trying to burn Belle in a giant corncob. :-s Then there was this one where there was this girl who died while on some sort of questish thingy, and they buried her above ground on this big hill. Then one day a meteor came and hit the coffin on the hill and she came alive again and finished her questish thingy all wripped up like a mummy. 0.o And I had this FREAKY one where these heat-seeking monks were trying to kill SpongeBob. Some evil person had tied SpongeBob to a wall and had tied a bunch of torches around him. But SpongeBob escaped and tied the torches to the backs of the monks and they killed each other. I know, I’m strange.
omg… how i loathe spungebob… WE HATES HIM!!
tohwhhp, are you a guy or a girl? (Do NOT take offence to this at ALL because it is IMPOSSIBLE to tell on museblog unless the name gives it away, like skipper Nancy’s does. i am a girl by the way)
Hehehe, well, the night before last, I had this dream that Umbridge was after me in this big house. And the Inquisitorial Squad were all wearing red t-shirts and baseball caps. So this girl told me to go into the old rundown shed and open the little black door and climb in. So I did, and there was this little velvet crawlspace, and I crawled, and there were a lot of little tubes leading off the sides, and when I finally got to these stairs I crawled up them and into a room. It was an alternate dimension away from Umbridge. Then I crawled back out and the red t-shirters were all looking out the door. So I scampered back into the house, bladeblah this is too long.
Dream: All the volcanoes in my volcano ridden area exploded at once, killing pretty much everyone. They buried my house in ash and lava and me and about 10 other people survived. It was a new Pompeii. I was in skool, and I saw ash raining on the street, and people falling…then the earthquakes started. Trees fell, burning. Buildings were buried completely. I saw a 4 year old;’s body half buried. I went into my room and put on a face mash to kill the ash
Face MASK to kill the ash and then the house burned down and so I climbed a tree skeleton so I wouldn’t suffocate when the ash hardened, and then FEMA didn’t show up at all. And I was alone forever and ever. It was scary.
i always have weird dreams. i write em in a book i share with my friend.
most of them have the dude i like in em.
i think i shall have a fun time telling my dreams.
when i have some ill post em
83! DON”T WORRY! you are OK! ok?
i had the wierdest dream a LONG time ago… there was this guy who would fly but he did not have wings and he had these silver earrings in both ears but he was not punkish-looking. well he flew me up and almost left me stranded on the rafters of this bilding. odd… i made him put meon the ground though…odd…
Is there gelatin in marshmellow fluff, too? I wonder….and the ones that come in cereal that were so gross. I think I was the only little kid who didn’t eat the charms…
i had a dream that my princepal(who is evil) wrote this in the bulleton(morning anouncements)
“its getting hot out students, so youre not allowed to wear black anymore”
did you know that the land of Nod was actually mentioned in the bible? somewhere in genesis, i believe. some dude or other went off into there, i dont know what he did or even who he was. i couldnt speel his name anyhow, probably.
not that that has anything to do with anything.
*lurks blindly*
I had this super weird dream in which I had to take an SAT test. But this was no ordinary SAT. I wish i could remember more of the questions, but one of them was that you had to think of a common saying or idiom and then do a compare/contrast essay on it, the other subject being a video game. Napoleon Dynamite happened to be taking the test as well. He was eating tots.
I had a dream I was in Runescape and I was wearing this knight suit. I was walking through a hall of junk, then I came upon a pile of old Muses I had never read. I took them. They were, like, ones from 1997 and stuff. But then when I woke up, I didn’t have them anymore. *sniff*
97- That happened once. And the book in question was the HBP. But that was before it came out, and when I woke up, I was sad that I didn’t actually have the book.
Oh yes me! I once dreamed that I was reading a book that had all the knowledge in the world. I was going to skip to the meaning of life but I kept getting distrcted by other things I wanted to know. Such as, how to fly and how to make a Fahitah. I was one page away from the meaning of life and I started turning the page but then I woke abruptly and was mad at myself for not letting myself get distracted. Unfortunately I forgot how to fly and make a Fahitah. Not that I really like Fahitahs anyways.
I had a really weird dream last night. I was in a musical play based on Dracula. Yes, I had been reading that book. Anyway, I was Lucy. Which I thought was cool until I realized that I had a solo. With really high notes. So I re-wrote it. The director lady didn’t notice. The play was just…..weird. Except the part with the ship. That was there. And it was cool. It’s hard to describe…the water was green, though. Neon green. And I was wearing a frilly pink gown. Which I don’t think will ever happen.
one time i had a very strange nancy-drewish (twitch twitch) dream where me and my mom were investigating these men and we snuck up around the side of their house which backed onto a cliff and were going inside but the had a great dane and so they knew we were there and we ran out and fell down the cliff, or possibly esccaoed in a lime green BMW van. i can’t remember which
I had the strangest dream this morning. Everyone here knows the show American Dragon; Jake Long well it has to do with my dream. So I was like 8 (I couldn’t see myself but everyone around me was done in the orginal style of the cartoon and all of a suddenly a witch who happens to be Kitty(in my dream her name is kitty in the show her name is Rose)’s mother Jake Long goes all dragon and we all help defeat her( Because my charater by the name of Miliana Mille for short has some sort of power) well also before the whole witch thing somehow I get this sweater that takes us and shows us anything to the magical realm. Yada Yada Yada we defeat Kitty’s mother and then Jake’s Grandpa takes us out of the dance like room and takes to a super market place except instead of him asking for a slice of meat to try he orders this book. He sets it down and starts turn the pages(oh by the way everyone here is about 8 except Jake’s Grandpa and our parents), While we turn pages there is a page with kitty’s name on it and it gets written in like a thousand languages and each time it changes a letter from the last time and finally her name becomes Rose. They show what was going to happen to Jake and Rose (if you watch the show you know what I mean;I mean the split) and then it shows them finally being happy or somthing like that and the charecter I was (not a real charecter in the show the charecter I was in the dream) mille wasn’t even in this except for the wedding. I was then always having like a vison like thing of their split when he finds out she….. Because the book just shows them being separated. and then I sorta woke up.
ok, i wz going down to visit the horsys, and there wz this guy, wif our horses, and two i didn’t recognize, and it looked like he wz trying to get them to lay eggs. then, later, after i rode my horse, he wz like, oh, there front legs r swolen, and he started making these little cuts on reb’s legs, and i wz like, ?!, and then i saddled my horse and reb, really fast, n kept trying to kick him so he’d stop cutting reb’s legs, but wen i did he just cut off a bit of the heel of my boot, and then lisanne came down n wz like, hey!! and then we haltered the pecos n cody, and one of the other horses, who were arabs, a red roan and a grey. sadly, we had to leave the roan behind cuz we only had 3 halters. so we left n padlocked the gate shut, but the guy got on the roan and jumped the fence n wz following us, like, come bak! his legs r swollen! and then we started loping, and we gotted to this big salty lake, and ran into it n then, while our horses were swimming, these dementory type thingys w/ teeth came and like, ate the guy off his saddle, and the horse ran away.
then i woke up.
hmmmmmm………
i know it soundz funny, but wen i dreamed it, it wz like, terrifying. so dont laugh to hard.
Oh, well, I will post ONE dream here, then later hoping that another thread will be made, because this one is kind of going extinct.
I once dreamed that our house was on fire and (because of my incredible stupidity in the dream) I was just picking up stuff that I wanted to keep and kept throwing it out of the room, onto the outside of the house. Then my dad started yelling that the house was going to blow up because of some gas leak or something, and everyone else but me was out, and then the pressure in the house started building and building and building, and then everything blew up.
Then I awoke.
Because I thought that it was real, (I did! It was VERY scary) I woke up sweating, and sat up. What went through my head was as follows:
“I’m alive?”
*sqeaks out loud in astonishment*
“I’M ALIVE!!!!”
I was overjoyed, to say the least.
I had several of that type of dream for a while, I think it was because at the time my mom kept saying I was selfish.
Which, sadly to say, is kinda true.
one time i dreamed that some guy cut his own head off w/ a nail file.
sry if that was a little graphic. oddly enough, there wasnt any real gore in this dream.
w00t! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was thanking the GAPAs.
I dreamed that the guy I like and I…
*is pied*
BULLETIN: That was a strategically placed pie. Carry on.
I have dreams 24/7, but most of them would be too much for you young ones.
J/K. I have a lot of “doomsday” dreams. Sometimes they’re re-enactments of Armageddon, sometimes more The Day After Tommorrow. Then, I have dreams about the stories I write; For instance, I’ve been dreaming a lot about the sci-fi wars that [will] take place in my works. Other times, I dream about something weird. These dreams are foggier and very unclear. Then, there are the “normal” dreams, which consist of hanging out with friends, posting on forums, and playing games. It’s like a weekend day replayed in my head.
I really like the cinematic dreams.
I dreamed I was a unicorn riding a bike…
I once dreamed my math teacher was making me eat pot roast(I am a veggatable/vegitarian). She was a really scary math teacher.
I also dreamed my S.S. teacher gave me back a failed test. I was scared of him afterward for weeks, even though he is pretty nice.
Me mind is scary…MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
I have this dream that comes about once/twice a year, and I know it very well. I’ll spare you from the long description that you won’t understand anyway, though.
Once, I had a dream that I was, like, a noble lady in some imaginary land, and I just sat around all day telling people to do stuff for me while I had fun.
That was a perfect dream….
dreams make great novels… when I was like 6 i had this cool dream (its too long to write down here) and I tried to type it up on my computer. (yes I had my own computer when I was 6.) Turned out, as I thought, horrible, but when I open it up now, I think, awwww.
last night I had a dream that my mom was Elastigirl and we went on a vacation and the world had been renovated so we couldn’t find anything. So Elastigirl kept putting on her superhero glasses instead of her sunglasses. Then when I found my friend, I found that I could levitate.
I had a dream last night that I was on a spaceship. A very large, living-community spaceship. And a group of people and I were trying to overthrow the evil government on the ship, so we were sneaking around and climbing a lot and stuff. it was fun. Anyway, we went to this aquarium thing to find some clue or something, which we weren’t allowed to do, and then we went outside the spaceship which we weren’t allowed to do either. And outside the spaceship was all bouncy and light-feeling and I went outside with two other people; the other girl and I were chaperoning the boy so he couldn’t take pictures and post them on his myspace and jeopardize the mission. It was a good dream.
do you people ever have dreams which involve things from your life like you thinking ‘why should i buy a black skirt there’s only one concert left?” when you actually do slightly need a black skirt but don’t think its worth it because you’d only wear it to concerts and your last ones in two weeks?
You all have pretty interesting dreams. I never remember mine. Except a few, like the one about the flying bike or the time I was Frodo and I went to Mt. Doom and forgot the The Ring.
I have complex, vivid dreams that I remember in detail, but I only understand them when I’m thinking about them. When I try to write them down, everything gets jumbled up and I never can quite put them into the right words.
A few nights ago I dreamed that Julius Caesar’s spirit came back to life and possessed some guy. He then proceeded to win the Vogons to his cause and begin a campaign for world domination, beginning by conquering my school and using it as his base. For some reason he appointed me to help him get used to the modern world, and we went out to teach him how to drive in a blue volkswagon. Obviously, he was a very bad driver, but we survived, and then Caesar got ahold of a gun and wanted to learn how to use that, and then I woke up. Moral of the story? If you don’t want weird dreams, don’t do your Roman history homework right before bed, lol.
I barely ever remember my dreams…. except i remember that i had one last night…. i don’t know what it was though…
i think i’m going to keep a pencil and some paper by my bed so i can write down my dreams as soon as i wake up if i have any…
I had a dream a few years ago where there was a model of the world in my backyard and I could jump into any place on the earth that I wanted to. I jumped into somewhere like Sweden and was lying in a bunk with a fur blanket over me. It was in a small, dark room made of logs stacked up. There were other kids lying in bunks too. A woman came in and told us to go outside, because otherwise we would be shot. So we went out of the room and there was snow on the ground and it was cold. Several men in fur coats were shooting at something in the air. I looked up at the sky and jumped back out into my backyard quickly so the men wouldn’t follow me.
I think I remembered it all correctly. A lot of my dreams (though lately i’ve been having fewer
) are sort of confusing, so when I try to write about them, the words sound weird.
Being the history freak that I am, I often have dreams where I am in history. It is very odd, because my brain makes up these totally random sides of these historical people that I never would have thought about awake. Like pvt. Collins on the Lewis and Clark expidition havng a twitch. Or Sitting Bull having a habit of nodding his head when he was talking. It was very interesting.
one time I dreamed that I was in this house with this boy and we were trying to accomplish something like a quest sort of things and it was like being in a fantasy book.
When I was little I dreamed about conveyor belts a lot.
12-I have five black skirts and six black dresses. Get one.
Last night I dreamed the whole pudding incident over again, except that I beat up the waiter in an alley afterwards. My knuckles ache. Hm.
I had a non historical dream last night where there wasthis blog format, only it was laid on the ground, and we were all running around on it, being these wierd warrior things, fighting giant flesh eating thingies. There were also these gigantic metal rings rolling around, and I got stuck in one
Me: GAPA, Help!
GAPA: *laughs evilly*
Me: *starts to roll away* AAAAAAA!!!!
100% cotton: Do you think we should help her?
Gwendolyn of the Eastern Seas: Of course! the flesh eating thingies will eat her!
Me: AAAAAAA!!!
100%: So?
*Flesh eating thingies come closer*
Gwendolyn: Also, she is the only one who knows how to kill the big flesh eater.
100%: Hurry up, Gwen! What are you waiting for?
*they help me out of gigantic metal ring*
Then the big flesh eater comes over and I throw a choklit bar into its mouth. It shrivels up and dies along with all the others.
The End.
Oh, that’s weeeeeird, Elasse-Adael! I had conveyor belt dreams, too! I also had a dream about a magic, time travelling slide and a Cirque du Soliel show. Don’t ask.
wasn’t gwendolyn also in the WWII dream? or did she HAVE that dream?
Have you ever had a the same dream over and over again That’s wierd
*wakes up*
“What a wierd dream.”
#14- AAAAGHHHH!!!! RUNN!!!!!!
I get these weird dreams. And then there are these ones that keep coming back to haunt me…like the one that is like a Super Mario/ Super Tux game exept it is in black and red and the unverse/ room/ level is made out of silver pipes that are trying to kill you and you have to run allong them to get away from the Big Black Shape that is also trying to kill you and if you fall you keep on falling and falling bouncing of the pipes which really hurt…
Mom says I have to set up for supper… More on the Bean Dream later…
4. HAHAHAHAHA.
5. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
7. HAHAHA those are odd. im vegetarian too. but i dont call myself a veggetable. its annoying enough when people are like
“wait….do you eat ice cream?”
“yesss…..”
“what about chicken”
“noo….”
“fish? skittles? popcorn?”
“no, yes, yes”
“what?”
“no for fish, yes for skittles and popcorn”
“yes what?”
“yes that i eat them”
-silence-
“what about chicken?”
and then other people:
“oh. my. god. i wouldn’t be able to live without meat!!!” *HAR HAR HAR HAR*
“uhm….yes you would”
“omg no i wouldn’t!!!”
“yeeeees……you would.”
“whatever. lyk, i mean, how do you LIVE without MEAT?”
“i do.”
“that’s stupid. do you miss meat”
“no, because i never ate it.”
“weeeird……….but don’t you, lyk, want it sometimes?”
“no. you can’t want something when you don’t know it. i get grossed out by meat.”
“you DO? WHY”
“because. i think it looks gross.”
“meeat!! meeaat!!! you knoooow you waaant meeat!!!!” *waving disgusting slice of ham in my face “ha ha ha ha look at the meat!! ha ha ha ha!!!”
“ew!!!! ewwwww!!!”
“HA HA HA MEEEAAAT!!!!! YOU REALLY WANT TO EAT IT, HUH!?!???”
“um. no. can you get it out of my face, PLEASE? it smells disgusting.”
“you’re mean. that’s my food you’re talking about”
*rolls eyes*
9. that DOES sound fun.
10. LUCKYYYY!! HAHAHAHA!!
11. HAHAHAHA. wow, technology DIDNT influece THAT dream *is sarcastic*
13. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
14. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
17. HAHAHAHA
18. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
20. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
wow muser dreams constitute laughter, not contemplation….
OOPS im sorry. GAPAs you can shorten that if possible…….sry!! i thought the text would wrap, like in this leetle boxie here that i type in.
20- I had to try really hard not to laigh when I read that one. It sounds exactly like something that would happen on the blog.
22- I had the WWII dream. It was a flippin’ awesome dream!
I personally haven’t had many interesting dreams lately, but I had a sleepover on Friday, and we got around to talking about dreams. Here’s a couple of very… erm… singular dreams that my friends have had.
JENSEN DREAMS
DREAM NO. 1: Okay, so Jensen has these weird dreams every once in awhile that are exactly the same but have different friends in them each time. In the dreams, she and a friend are spies ( black lichra suits, really cool grappling hooks, funkalicious weapons, the whole shpiel) and they’re fighting enemy spies. In each of the dreams, the format is basically the same until a friend, depending on their personality, does something different. I was in the most recent dream. Now, as a forewarning, I am the brains of my group of friends *numerous MBers gasp*. So the dream is going a log like it normally does, me and Jensen gunning down the forces of eville, when we pause behind a large wooden crate to catch our breath. Then, she asks me the definition of this gargantuan college-level word, and I give it to her perfectly. And reportedly, in the dream she’s all like, “Wow, I’ll have to remember that when I wake up!”. And then, when she wakes up, guess what? She couldn’t remember the definition of the really big word.
I had a dream about building a car in an elevator.
0.o
It was… strange.
25: I HATE it when people wave lunchmeat and junk like that in front of my face. It SMELLS awful! The appropriate way to reply is this: “BEEF: It’s what’s rotting in your colon”. they usually turn green and sort of go quiet
^.^
My little sister calls me a veggetable. People always ask the same questions over and over again! And then, I have to explain that NO, I don’t want jello, or gummy bears, or anything like that, because they have gelatin in them!! EEK!! And them people sort of look at you funny. And school food always smells awful, weither it is meat or not(But then again, I go to a wierd school)!!!
i have the wierdest dreams that make no sense but at the same time alot of sense, and theres always someplace or somebody that i know in the dream… i had a dream not to long ago about my dad trying to kill me………….
Last night, I dreamed I was singing this song (basically made up of insluts told about the guy I like):
Hes a jerk, chatterbox lowlife stupid socks, I still love him
Hes alost case in your face bull, I sitll love him
And who cares if he has to stand on a stool
Just to reach puberty
Hes smart clever funny witty
Thats all that matters to me
Wait. If a vegetarian eats vegetables, then a humanitarian eats…
I have to go and guerilla garden now. Does anyone else do it? I find it invigorating, exciting, and totally ecologically sound.
whenever I am having a scary dream, I open my eyes reflexively, see i’m in my room, am reassured, then slip back in the dream.
once I had a dream I was at this big mansion party and like everyone was there. I was playing in this sandbox and there was this guy wearing a hooded blue sweatshirt and he was very mysterioso. so when he got I followed him around the mansion (which was white marble) until I got to this bathroom and I opened the door, and inside was this chinese lady changing her toddler’s undies. I said sorry then went lokking for Blue Hoodie. So I found him in the kitchen which looked suspiciously like mine, and I snuck up behind him and pulled the hood off, and It was my idiot neighbor, Sam. Odd.
me have headache.
what’s guerilla gardening?
HEHEHEHE…
I have a vegatarian joke (and i am a vegatarian, so I can tell it without seeming rude)
How hard is it to be on a vegatarian diet?
Well, It depends on how fast the vegatarians can run!!!
MWHAHAHAHA…Sorry, I know, It’s not that funny…
there seem to be a lot of vegetarians here…
i dreamed once that i was a game piece in a board game…it was neat!
Gummies…..they’re just weird. I throw them at people whenever they happen to be within reach….
i wish gummies didnt have gelatin in them…*snibble* i used to love them
I have had many strange dreams…
I used to love gummies and marshmallows, and pretty much everything else that has gelatin!!! It is a hard life!
36-You don’t know what it is? Then it’s my duty to tell you. It’s reclaiming abandoned land, usually in the dead of night, as gardens. You plant native and edible plants on a piece of land that nobody uses. Then, when the plants mature, you give them to a food pantry or donate them. It’s a way of reclaiming the land and being environmentally realistic.
That sounds like fun!
That does. We should all do that. Maybe at the convention we seem to never be having.
Maybe just all the Illionios people could gather outside the muse building and demand they give us a tour. 
With Pentatonikk preparing the way and Queen J. leading the charge, they’d never know what hit them.
why are people here not allowed to eat gelatin?
45- can i do that even though i dont live in illinois?
I’m an Illinois person!!! I shall go to the LaSalle avenue building (it’s by my moms work) and demand to be let in to the muse office!! I shall try that on… SUNDAY!
ps get back on topic ppls
gelatin is boiled animal tissues, and so vegatarians do not eat it.
46-Why, Coontz-sensei, thank you. At least, I think that was a compliment!
48-Kiki darling, if they falter say you’re under the command of Queen Julietaini the Flamablamabous of Kiador, in her Reign Most Glorious. And that Coontz-sama knows you, and quakes with fear at your name.
I had a nap and dreamed I was a parrot who could only speak in quotations. H.L. Mencken quotations, at that. Perfectly awful. And then I was eaten by the Blessed Damozel, of the famous poem. I should really stop eating papadums before I go to sleep.
Nobody will be at Muse H.Q. on a Sunday, though.
Well that’s too bad.Maybe if we all hide in the trash cans near the door and jump in when they unlock it? Hmmm. Or do they have those new doors where we enter a keycode? If so, do you know what it is, Robert? Not that I’m up to anything suspicious…*slips Robert hot cinnomin-glazed cashews, still fresh*
Oh. Saturday, then…
man. I forget most of my dreamz
I had a dream where I was on this train thing going to Great America(a really fun amusment park) and we hwere headed to Raging Bull (which has a really sttep drop.Like this:
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for a really long time. I held my hands up the whole time I was on it for the first time.) and my friends who were afraid of hights were there but theygot off when i wasn’t looking and I was all alone.
I had a dream where I was traveling in an olde tyme wagon with some other people and we stopped at this old, decrepit house to get out of the wagon for a bit. i think someone died, and we were on the way to the funeral. A girl with us wouldn’t come back to the wagon when we wanted to start traveling again, and when we said, “Whateverhernamewas, aren’t you coming?” she said “No” and then we could see that she was a vampire. It was frightening.
Then when we got to the place of the funeral, all that was there was a small patch of fresh earth. As soon as I walked toward it, evil spirits came out of the ground and started whispering things to me. I sort of closed my eyes and turned away so I wouldn’t have to see them, because I knew that they were bad. Then walls fell down around me and I was in my bedroom and all transparent. It was me that had died. The patch of earth was right at the foot of my bed, and I couldn’t move out of the room. I was trapped forever and no one could see me and no one could hear me and no one would come near me.
When I woke up from this dream, it was 5:30 in the morning of a school day. I didn’t dare go back to sleep, because every time I dozed off again I could feel myself slipping into the dream again.
I used to dream a lot about being in a Harry Potter computer game. They were sometimes good dreams, but often they featured me as Harry in a level that was too hard for me and I kept dying and was scared out of my wits.
Yeah, I have morbid dreams…
Oh poor you. You need some Chokit. *sends Quintessentia virtual çhoklit*
I had a dream where I was Hiking around in CApe Dissapointment (bunny points to anyone who knows where that is) and everyone else left, so I kept on hiking, and the signs disappeared, and the trail disappeared and everything seemed totally untouched and an elk ran across my path, and I almost smashed into the person who was following it, and it was Meriwether Lewis and he was all like “who the ___ are you?” and I was like “I’m ___________”, and he was like “Are you an Indian?” And I was like “it’s American Indian, and No, I’m Not. ” And he wa like “How did you get here?” And I was like “I hiked” and he was like “Okay. What are you wearing?” “and I was like”Um, Normal Clothes”. This went on for a while, until we finally asked each other what year it was, and he was like “1806” and I was like “2006”, and I kept hiking, thinking there must be some wierd joke going on, and I got to the edge of the River, and I looked out over it, and I thought ‘oh, no way.’ because it was alot narrower and wilder than it is today, and the bridge was GONE, and the entire town across the river was GONE, and there were no buoys, and no Coast Guard, and no motorboats out, and no depletion,only trees and water and Salmon, and some Members of the Clatsop tribe out fishing for Euchalon. And then I was on the other side, and I was stepping through the brush and I came upon Fort Clatsop, and I walked in, and everyone was like “What the ______?!?!?!?!?!?” and I said, “Listen. I don’t know how I got here, or how I am going to get back. I come from the year 2006, and somehow I ended up here. ” There was a short interruption here while somebody said “200 years!” and they all looked scared. “I don’t know what happened, but right now I’m freezing and wet. Can I come in?” and I sat down inside. Everrybody started asking questions about 2006. “What ees writttteeen aboot meh?” Charbonneau demanded, and I was like, ‘Ah…Youre a hero!” He looked very pleased with himself. Clark wrote in his journal “Now he shal truley be insuffereble.”
That is the last thing I remember of that dream. Wierd, huh?
I never remember any of my dreams completely, but they all are similar in one respect. They all include family/friends/experiences of mine combined in the most odd ways. It’s like my brain takes all the things I’ve seen and people I’ve met and mixes them up and spits out my dreams.
Very weird, Otzi, considering the fact that the Lewis and Clark expedition ended in 1804.
Why do we dream, and why are our dreams often so absurd? Methinks this is a question for the admins.
Choklit…yummy. Merci, Jadestone.
I think we dream so our brains
a) don’t get bored
b) can reshuffle old experiences to make new connections
c) can put together some random stuff to keep us busy while it rejuvenates itself
One of those.
Yeah, there was this scientific study done a while ago and they said those were most of the reasons.
I had a dream last night that the stage at school had turned into a sandy beach with all of these beautiful coconut trees and all sorts of pretty shells. The walls were sky, and the sun was setting on the back one. And the seats for the audience were gone, replaced by this gorgeous Gulf-of-Mexico-blue ocean. There was a dock attached to where the back wall should have been, and the stage manager and assistant stage manager were helping groups of friends onto these little circular cushioned rafts with nice, brightly-colored canopies hanging right above them. About five people could sit on each raft. Tech people were rowing everyone out into the water and dropping the little anchors so they could stay and watch the show. Then, as the sun disappeared behind the horizon and the moon and stars appeared on the former walls, the tiki torches on stage came up and lit it. All these little candles on the middle of the poles that held the canopies up were ignited, too. I was peeking throught the right wing entrance curtain, and then I remember the stage managers coming onto the stage off of their own little raft and telling us to get into costume in the green room (backstage). I had to wear this dress made of cinnamon rolls. All the girls did, for some reason. And then we did our performance, which the crowd loved. All in all, it was a really good- if kind of obscure- dream.
I’ve got another one for later.
57- that’s funny!
58- ummmm… not exactly… It STARTED in 1804, ended in August 1806, and Meriwether shot himself in 1809. The Journals prove it.
61- Gwendolyn, dear, “this gorgeous Gulf-of-Mexico-blue ocean”?? Um, as far as I know the Gulf is more… muddy brown and polluted? With tons of trash floating in it? And the sand is horrible, too.
^Thus speaks Girl-Who-Unfortunately-Lives-in-Texas.
Many of my dreams involve cemetaries. Why? No idea. Maybe I have some sort of subconcious fixation. I don’t mind, though, as those dreams with graveyards in them usually take place in very detailed and scenic settings.
Anata~ChinTsu (58),
No one knows for sure why we dream. And unfortunately for those of us curious about dreams, dream research seems to have gone out of fashion.
Here’s a link to an article about dreams in Stanford Medicine — the magazine I edit for my job at Stanford medical school.
I had a dream that there was a contest at my school to see who could jump of a cliff the most times without breaking their neck. I don’t think there’s anything else to say here.
All right, how ’bout Carribean blue, Lizzie?
64~ If you care, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!!
I would help, But I’m a bit tied up with changing the Patriot Act
I belive Winken blinken and nod is spelled wrong it’s usually spelled Wynken Blynken and Nod
::DandelionsAreWildflowers:: (70)
Thanks for the correction. Now I’ve fixed it.
Last night night I had a really freeky dream that my dad died in a cave and that he came back as a zombie. Scared the ^^^^ out of me, so when I woke up, I was shaking. I thought about it during school and I started to feel like I was going to barf. I hate those icky zombie dreams. I happen to have a lot of them.
In that same freeky dream there were these rats that were petrified in crystal and they were frozen in action and the zombie dad pressed a button and the dead, petrified rats started to move in this zombie way, the way they were moving when they were petrified. That accounted for half of scaring the ^^^^ out of me. I never tell anyone about these really freeky dreams, so you should consider yourself lucky. I’ve been having them a lot lately… Maybe they’re a manifestation of some latent superpower. I hope. Hey, GAPA, why don’t you make a Superpower/superhero thread? I’m sure a lot of us will be happy. P*ease?
Ahh, that sounds horrid kiki. I get creepy dreams sometimes, but I never remember them.
kiki! that sounds like this book i once read! its a pretty easyy book… ‘which witch’ is called… i had the oddest dream when i was like 8. you see i was OBSESSED with harry potter (the books) and i had this dream that their ‘dragons’ we accually huuge geese. odd… what about awake dreams? i want PSYCO for a while and i made up this i had this boyfriend who was this plastic skull and he was named frankie and i kept shouting ‘tequila!'(ya know the song ‘tequilla’ ? well we played it in band so that wad where that came from, i was NOT drunk! :)!) over and over and banging the milking bucket and a pot together. my boyfriend (the skull) went on a diet and then i killed him. then i woke up. well not really… i was never alseep. but you see I NEVER act that way normally so i have concluded that i was dreaming.
ah “never act that way normally”?? I beg to differ…..
hahahahahahahah! I had a weird dream once, probably brought on by stress, where my computers teacher had chained the class to the computers and was whipping peoples who weren’t typing fast enough. Obviously that was not my favorite teacher, computers has never been my best class….
i only have dreams about being at home when i am somewhere else, strangely. i love my dreams. i have wonderful times in them, and since i have somehow developed a way to change them if i need to, i never like waking up from them. unfortunately, they are too complicated to relate here. having a normal dream is wierd for me, having a wierd dream is normal for me, and whoever says that dreams have certain meanings should examine my head before they make any more stupid statements…
*lurks blindly*
Lately, dragon, i have actually been quite calm! And i was going to post what frankies diet actually was but i thought it might get zapped.
i nearly went insane again typing this e-mail but i thought it had been long enough since it happened! Oh! desertdragon!! Tell the ones about the goats!!!!!!! (i love that one!!)
I have so many weeeeird dreams. like this one where Lord Farqquad Was trying to burn Belle in a giant corncob. :-s Then there was this one where there was this girl who died while on some sort of questish thingy, and they buried her above ground on this big hill. Then one day a meteor came and hit the coffin on the hill and she came alive again and finished her questish thingy all wripped up like a mummy. 0.o And I had this FREAKY one where these heat-seeking monks were trying to kill SpongeBob. Some evil person had tied SpongeBob to a wall and had tied a bunch of torches around him. But SpongeBob escaped and tied the torches to the backs of the monks and they killed each other. I know, I’m strange.
omg… how i loathe spungebob… WE HATES HIM!!
tohwhhp, are you a guy or a girl? (Do NOT take offence to this at ALL because it is IMPOSSIBLE to tell on museblog unless the name gives it away, like skipper Nancy’s does. i am a girl by the way)
Hehehe, well, the night before last, I had this dream that Umbridge was after me in this big house. And the Inquisitorial Squad were all wearing red t-shirts and baseball caps. So this girl told me to go into the old rundown shed and open the little black door and climb in. So I did, and there was this little velvet crawlspace, and I crawled, and there were a lot of little tubes leading off the sides, and when I finally got to these stairs I crawled up them and into a room. It was an alternate dimension
away from Umbridge. Then I crawled back out and the red t-shirters were all looking out the door. So I scampered back into the house, bladeblah this is too long.
Dream: All the volcanoes in my volcano ridden area exploded at once, killing pretty much everyone. They buried my house in ash and lava and me and about 10 other people survived. It was a new Pompeii. I was in skool, and I saw ash raining on the street, and people falling…then the earthquakes started. Trees fell, burning. Buildings were buried completely. I saw a 4 year old;’s body half buried. I went into my room and put on a face mash to kill the ash
Face MASK to kill the ash and then the house burned down and so I climbed a tree skeleton so I wouldn’t suffocate when the ash hardened, and then FEMA didn’t show up at all. And I was alone forever and ever. It was scary.
i always have weird dreams. i write em in a book i share with my friend.
most of them have the dude i like in em.
i think i shall have a fun time telling my dreams.
when i have some ill post em
83! DON”T WORRY! you are OK! ok?
i had the wierdest dream a LONG time ago… there was this guy who would fly but he did not have wings and he had these silver earrings in both ears but he was not punkish-looking. well he flew me up and almost left me stranded on the rafters of this bilding. odd… i made him put meon the ground though…odd…
Methinks I just had a dream about Kokopelli and time traveling.
85: I’m OK. But the next time I saw Mt. Rainier, I flipped out.
42- Didn’t the ancient Egyptians make marshmallows out of mallow plants? I think they use gelatin now, though…
Is there gelatin in marshmellow fluff, too? I wonder….and the ones that come in cereal that were so gross. I think I was the only little kid who didn’t eat the charms…
i had a dream that my princepal(who is evil) wrote this in the bulleton(morning anouncements)
“its getting hot out students, so youre not allowed to wear black anymore”
I had a dream that giant evil hot pink bunnies were attacking my school with laser guns.
I once had a dream that I made tchoqlit pudding from cocoa powder and water. Then I ate it.
I don’t think that’s how choklit pudding is made, though….*Googles it*
It seems that said pudding contains sugar, corn starch, dry milk, salt, cocoa, and water.
did you know that the land of Nod was actually mentioned in the bible? somewhere in genesis, i believe. some dude or other went off into there, i dont know what he did or even who he was. i couldnt speel his name anyhow, probably.
not that that has anything to do with anything.
*lurks blindly*
I had this super weird dream in which I had to take an SAT test. But this was no ordinary SAT. I wish i could remember more of the questions, but one of them was that you had to think of a common saying or idiom and then do a compare/contrast essay on it, the other subject being a video game. Napoleon Dynamite happened to be taking the test as well. He was eating tots.
I had a dream I was in Runescape and I was wearing this knight suit. I was walking through a hall of junk, then I came upon a pile of old Muses I had never read. I took them. They were, like, ones from 1997 and stuff. But then when I woke up, I didn’t have them anymore. *sniff*
Does anyone else ever dream about reading something?
97- That happened once. And the book in question was the HBP. But that was before it came out, and when I woke up, I was sad that I didn’t actually have the book.
Oh yes me! I once dreamed that I was reading a book that had all the knowledge in the world. I was going to skip to the meaning of life but I kept getting distrcted by other things I wanted to know. Such as, how to fly and how to make a Fahitah. I was one page away from the meaning of life and I started turning the page but then I woke abruptly and was mad at myself for not letting myself get distracted. Unfortunately I forgot how to fly and make a Fahitah. Not that I really like Fahitahs anyways.
It’s fajita. Sorry. I’m being nit-picky, I know.
Thats sounds like a cool dream though. I can’t remember ever dreaming about reading something.
i have been dreaming about fairytale witches who are really the nice ones but everybody keeps trying to kill them becuz of misunderstandings and such.
ive been reading greagory maguire, ok?
Ha-ha! Well, I’m not about to koot up fajita.
I had a really weird dream last night. I was in a musical play based on Dracula. Yes, I had been reading that book. Anyway, I was Lucy. Which I thought was cool until I realized that I had a solo. With really high notes. So I re-wrote it. The director lady didn’t notice. The play was just…..weird. Except the part with the ship. That was there. And it was cool. It’s hard to describe…the water was green, though. Neon green. And I was wearing a frilly pink gown. Which I don’t think will ever happen.
one time i had a very strange nancy-drewish (twitch twitch) dream where me and my mom were investigating these men and we snuck up around the side of their house which backed onto a cliff and were going inside but the had a great dane and so they knew we were there and we ran out and fell down the cliff, or possibly esccaoed in a lime green BMW van. i can’t remember which
I had the strangest dream this morning. Everyone here knows the show American Dragon; Jake Long well it has to do with my dream. So I was like 8 (I couldn’t see myself but everyone around me was done in the orginal style of the cartoon and all of a suddenly a witch who happens to be Kitty(in my dream her name is kitty in the show her name is Rose)’s mother Jake Long goes all dragon and we all help defeat her( Because my charater by the name of Miliana Mille for short has some sort of power) well also before the whole witch thing somehow I get this sweater that takes us and shows us anything to the magical realm. Yada Yada Yada we defeat Kitty’s mother and then Jake’s Grandpa takes us out of the dance like room and takes to a super market place except instead of him asking for a slice of meat to try he orders this book. He sets it down and starts turn the pages(oh by the way everyone here is about 8 except Jake’s Grandpa and our parents), While we turn pages there is a page with kitty’s name on it and it gets written in like a thousand languages and each time it changes a letter from the last time and finally her name becomes Rose. They show what was going to happen to Jake and Rose (if you watch the show you know what I mean;I mean the split) and then it shows them finally being happy or somthing like that and the charecter I was (not a real charecter in the show the charecter I was in the dream) mille wasn’t even in this except for the wedding. I was then always having like a vison like thing of their split when he finds out she….. Because the book just shows them being separated. and then I sorta woke up.
Strange eh?
I once had a dream in which there were four cats sitting around my dining room table playing poker.
i once dreamt that i lived inside this city that was controlled by alien beings and there was a yard sale going on.
tonight i had the strangest dream….
ok, i wz going down to visit the horsys, and there wz this guy, wif our horses, and two i didn’t recognize, and it looked like he wz trying to get them to lay eggs. then, later, after i rode my horse, he wz like, oh, there front legs r swolen, and he started making these little cuts on reb’s legs, and i wz like, ?!, and then i saddled my horse and reb, really fast, n kept trying to kick him so he’d stop cutting reb’s legs, but wen i did he just cut off a bit of the heel of my boot, and then lisanne came down n wz like, hey!! and then we haltered the pecos n cody, and one of the other horses, who were arabs, a red roan and a grey. sadly, we had to leave the roan behind cuz we only had 3 halters. so we left n padlocked the gate shut, but the guy got on the roan and jumped the fence n wz following us, like, come bak! his legs r swollen! and then we started loping, and we gotted to this big salty lake, and ran into it n then, while our horses were swimming, these dementory type thingys w/ teeth came and like, ate the guy off his saddle, and the horse ran away.
then i woke up.
hmmmmmm………
i know it soundz funny, but wen i dreamed it, it wz like, terrifying. so dont laugh to hard.
This dreams thread is so long!
Oh, well, I will post ONE dream here, then later hoping that another thread will be made, because this one is kind of going extinct.
I once dreamed that our house was on fire and (because of my incredible stupidity in the dream) I was just picking up stuff that I wanted to keep and kept throwing it out of the room, onto the outside of the house. Then my dad started yelling that the house was going to blow up because of some gas leak or something, and everyone else but me was out, and then the pressure in the house started building and building and building, and then everything blew up.
Then I awoke.
Because I thought that it was real, (I did! It was VERY scary) I woke up sweating, and sat up. What went through my head was as follows:
“I’m alive?”
*sqeaks out loud in astonishment*
“I’M ALIVE!!!!”
I was overjoyed, to say the least.
I had several of that type of dream for a while, I think it was because at the time my mom kept saying I was selfish.
Which, sadly to say, is kinda true.
But who isn’t?