A perennial favorite. Version 2006.2 flourished briefly in May.
108 thoughts on “Dreams, v. 2006.3”
Hmm. I end up having rather odd dreams. Though there is one I won’t forget, it was sad… I almost cried when I woke up. I’ll have to try to remember as much as possible then write it later.
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Hmm. I end up having rather odd dreams. Though there is one I won’t forget, it was sad… I almost cried when I woke up. I’ll have to try to remember as much as possible then write it later.
He? Did it post? I don’t think so. Sorry if this turns out to be a double post.
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Alrighty. I don’t have many strange dreams nowadays, but when I do, I’ll let you dudes know.
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And shouldn’t the title be “Dreams v. 2006.3” or something of the like?
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SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!! a dreams thread
My dreams usually involve never-ending buildings and running from scary people who look like my teachers. It also for some reason has alot of yellow in it. ****** is confused****
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Whooo….a new one! I lost track of the older ones…..
I’ve mentioned this before, but my dreams (when I remember them) are usually darkish and almost in b&w and contain a lot of water, in one form or another.
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4- it is.
[It is now. When I started the thread, on my Treo, it was too hard to look up the version, so I left that out and added it later. –Robert]
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I have a lot of weird dreams. the problem is i rarely remember them. sometimes i wake up with one vague picture of my dream or something, but i hardly ever remember enough to know what actually happenend in them. when i do they’re pretty weird though.
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Check the “Random Rejoicing” thread for my latest dream! I have a feeling that that post took part in creating this new thread… hmm…. Oh well.
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6- Oh Em Gee!! A Matrix character!! Check out the Festival of Random Rejoicing for more on the Matrix…
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*ahem*
Otzi would like to post her dreams.
1. Okay, so I’m museblogging in my dream, and suddenly a popup webcam thingie comes up. I understand that this is vair vair wierd, but it refuses to shut down. So I unplug the computer, and it still doesn’t go away. Scary bananas. The webcam thingie shows a room, and some wierd guy with a baldy head and squarish glasses walks on. The webcam frame begins to expand until I’m sitting at my desk, sans computer , in the room. The guy is rather corpulent, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and has slightly singed hair and a completely singed kite.
“Hello” I say.
When he asks who I am I politely reply that “I, Mr B. Franklin of Philidalphia, Pennsylvania, am your great accomplishment in life.” (I have ALWAYS wanted to say that.)
“You don’t much look like a lightening rod. Or bifocals”
“No, you ninny, I’m your descendant!”
“Oh. Now I’m depressed”
That was it. The setting was that it was absolutely pouring outside, there was a solitary gas lamp on an old-fashioned slab table, and my desk looked VERY, VERY out of place. I was wearing a white tee with a big kokopelli on it and jeans, and my hair was in two braids. Not an inspiring sight as such.
2. was a dream I had about a horrendous earthquake. I woke up at the exact time the Kona earthquake struck. I was freaked out. It was some kind of freaky coincidence though, huh? (If I had ESP I wouldn’t be such a klutz) but the earthquake dream took place where I live, not in Kona.
The things my mind comes up with.
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this is new.
i cant really remember most of my dreams, but i think most of thm are versions of my life, with bad, or good (usually very bad) things hapening.
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OH JOY!!!
Okay, here we goes: Only time for one, though:
I dreamed that cats grew from pistachios.
Yes, pistachios. (I sure hope I am spelling that right)
In my dream a bunch of friends and I were at a store reading a thing about “Grow your own cats from pistachios!” and I said, “Well, they really only turn into really mean cats or they disappear and turn back into pistachios, but let’s try it anyways!” So we bought the kit, put two pistachios in water, and left it in my room. In the morning, there were two cat-faced, slimy green tadpoles with warts swimming in the water. The next day there were weird frogs about 1 foot each. They had big blobby antannae on their heads. (One on each head) So, we took them on a walk. While walking, they burst into feathers and started flying away. (Yes, they turned into birds. Not cats, but birds….. 0.o) Then, I said, “Grab them, or else they will turn into cats while flying high in the air, and that would be sad!” So we grabbed the birds, then they turned into cats, one of them white and sweet, and the other a mean tomcat that scratched me, turned back into a pistachio, and I ate it.
Yup, oddness is me.
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From the last version,which nobody knew I posted on ((maybe)):
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.
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GAPAs, why haven’t you sealed off the old thread???
tsk, tsk…
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I have erotic dreams
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I had a really freaky dream last night, here it is:
I was in a room in convention somewhere in Montana with a bunch of people who I can’t ever recall seeing in my entire life. Then I started running from this guy who called himself Lord Voldemort. (he was on a bicycle, wearing all the biking gear, and sports glasses.) I wound up in forest going around in circles. Then I was in a huge glass library walking on the ceiling with the fire alarm going off. (I eventually realized that it was my alarm clock)
My dreams never make any sense. and I can remember them most of the time. ** aura of weirdness**
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Here is a dream poem.
I had a really great dream,
It had a really good theme.
I slept on my bed
I dreampt in my head
Now about what was my dream?
Bad poem, Good dream. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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Last night I woke up screaming. Nassime had dumped some water over my head (he was sick of the noise). Then he calmed me down.
I had dreamt that someone had replaced every bottle of ginger beer in the country with SCAT missiles. And I knew and no one would believe me, until they all died. After which I was shut in jail, then tortured (v. Heinlein’s Friday, which is a fabulous book but rated ‘R’ for thematic elements O_o). Then Bush revoked habeas corpus, took all my things away, after which MOSTLY HARMLESS succeeded and I was made Naval Secretary of the World. Then one of my best friends was killed, and my half-brother’s boat blew up. I woke up soaked in sweat, crying, and screaming like a baby.
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19- Freaky…
Anywaysmmm, here is a wierd dream for all your museblogging little earss… I meann eyes? What is the part of you that reads? Your brainhmmm? Okay, well alll your little museblogging brainnss will hear my capricious dream. (lol I used mah name as an adjective! Cause’ it izzz onee….) Well, anyways here goes:
I was elmo. I dunno why, I just was. So elmo me walked through some double-doors into this wierd concrete building. It was pretty big. It was as big as a normal sized school gym. Mmkay? Got it? Hold on… gotta go get some chocolate… be right baack… Mmkay I’m back. So anyways, the building was just that one room, and the only window where a bunch of windows at the top, you know, those little rectangle ones. So I looked around, and there was this waterslide. No pool though, cuase’ at the time I was really little and had never gone to a waterslide before, so I didn’t really know if they went into a pool or not. The waterslide was shaped like a dragon, it was a regular green dragon, like those lego ones. And it was an open waterslide, and the mouth was where you came out of, and the jaw opened and closed really slooooooowwwlllyyyy, and so I climbed up the ladder and went down the slide and I didn’t get chomped by the plastic dragon! Yay! So when I got out, I looked at the vending machine in front of me, and my red fuzzy stomach growled. (I must of forgot to tell you that there where vending machines lining one wall of the room. Go figure.) And I walked up to it. I reahed into my pocket (even though I was elmo and I wasn’t wearing and clothes… Hmm…) And well, I didn;y have a quarter. To my luck, there was one in the vending machine, so I turned a knob and this pink egg thing came out, but it was candy…so dun worry mmkay? Good. So I took a bite and it was reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaallly gooooood. I mean really good. Like A fruity sugary pure sensation only like fizz. (but still not as good as choclate. That reminds me, I have to go get sommore… Be right back again…Okay I’m back.) So then I woke up, and got a drink of water.
Like it? DO you? Do you? DO YOU? Good. Heh heh…
After ALL of the scary dreams I’ve EVER had, I’ve never woken up sweating or crying. Ive cried after I had a bad dream, but I never wake up crying. Or screaming. I never wake up screaming either. All of my scary dreams, I wake up and I jolt. Like that one time at the wedding party with the electric fence… but that’s a story for another day.
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O.o Me too. Once someone pointed a gun at my head and squeezed the trigger, and then it flashed black and I was in bed. Baaaad dream. Mom was there when the lady shoot me… Not very nice at all. After I woke up I was just sorta like “Eh? me’s still tired.” And went back to sleep.
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Once I had a dream that a big thousand-legged spider was on my hand, woke up with one hand (the spider) scratching the other, sitting up, and yelling. Not screaming, yelling. It is much more noticeable, I have decided. Or else they think you are playing.
Sometimes.
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Yahooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A dream thread! Shweetness!!! Okay, so I had this dream once, where I kept going back and forth in time, and everything was really sad, cuz I saw all the things I’d done in a different light, and they hadn’t been the best things I could’ve done, so it was like re-living some of my not-so-good moments, which was kinda depressing.
Also, I had another dream in which everyone was given a number, and my number 28, and I had just that day made the decision to “break up” with “my boyfriend” (he can’t date till he’s 16, so we weren’t technically going out), cuz I didn’t like him anymore, and I had also just had a class in which we discussed number symbolism, and 2=relationships, and 8=new beginnings, and I was going to start out on a new path in my relationship life. It was kinda freaky. But also kinda cool.
Dat’s all for now.
~Shadowkat
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20-You know Romeo and Juliet is sometimes referred to as R&J? Well, my first name is Juliette but my last name starts with R, so my initials are J&R. Cute, no?
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24-Cool.
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I had a dream that I climbed all the way up in a really tall tree and at the top there was Jesus in a bathtub. And he said “Hi” and I said “Um, your’e in a bathtub” and he said “I want to be in the bathtub. so there.” and Muhammed ambled over and said “Hi. I’m not in a bathtub. But I’m wearing a shower cap.” and he was wearing a shower cap. When Shiva (In the form of Kali, and blue) came over and was holding a scrub brush and a bar of soap, The General from Monty Python came on and said “Nope, nope, too silly, c’mon, clear off, too silly” and they sulked off, except for Jesus, who left in his newly wheeled bathtub. The General followed them, and the Siddhartha Buddha wandered by with a rubber duckie.
I’m really, really sorry if this offends anyone. It was just my dream. Perhaps it represents my deep theological questions having to do with bathing implements.
Or not.
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I had a dream a few nights ago that the star of the ballet show had dissapeared, and everybody thought I had kidnapped her. It was really disturbing.
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SWEET! I was like, “ooh, there should be a dreams thread, since people adore rambling about their dreams”, and then what do I see a few days later but this? Now I’m sure there’s been a dreams thread before and this is just another one that the people that run this place decided to make, but administrators, pleeeez don’t ruin my dreams (no pun intended) by saying I was not the cause of this thread. It makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
Ok, so onto dreams…um, I haven’t had any very odd ones yesterday, except one mortifying one where I seemed to think it would be a good idea to go to church topless. Yes, that was interesting. The going-to-school-naked dream with an oh-so-horrible twist.
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I had a dream where Hagrid and Harry were pushing a tractor thorough Home Depot.
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26-Wow. Just-wow.
Last night I had a dream that my planet was destroyed, and that I was the last Haskamirian and was being searched out by enemy invaders led by my Social Studies teacher, who turned out to be very blue (not unlike Kali Durga). Then I became mysteriously tattooed with a blueprint of the Taj Mahal and a pineapple. It was really interesting.
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I sometimes have the weirdest dreams. Once, I dreamed that I was in an arcade, and there was one of those candy machines. I dreamed thast there was abutton that said”kill “on it. well , I pressed it, and these little mini police cars that were the size of shopping carts came up. (That’s completely random, I know).
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I had a dream that I had to finish an assignment for the 20th, and I had stayed up all night on the 19th, and am still awake, and…. HEY! This isn’t a dream, its real life!
Ohdangitrunforyourlifetheimpendingdooooooom!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I had a really freaky dream last night. exept that I can’t remember anything about it. There was a lot of cats, and water, and wet cats, tho.
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i tend to dream about captain jack sparrow. once i dreamed that i was will turner and once i dreamed i was daniel radcliffe. i also sometimes dream about lotr, and once i dreamed that harry potter and i were running from my german/geography teacher.
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this is a dream i copied-and-pasted from my diary from like this summer. it disturbed me very much. First there was this whole deal about the place where our swingset is in real life being all sandy and having a badminton court, and there was something about it being divided in half? There was probably something about Arthur and Mordred and the whole divided-sandbox thing, but I don’t remember it, and I kept switching between being myself and being, like, seven years old. Then Mordred had this “magic jar†and was staying in our guest bedroom, so for some reason I was up in “his†room, reading one of those little composition books you get for school and which I passionately despise, but then I heard him coming in the door – the front door, not the bedroom door – and I was racing back downstairs because I didn’t want him seeing me in his room because he REALLY REALLY hated me. There may have been some other random junk, but I don’t remember that, either. Then Mordred and I were in the kitchen and he started attacking me, and then Mom came in and hid in the pantry, and then she came out and tried to kick Mordred in the face because he was trying to kill me, only she missed and then I threw the “magic jar†in the fridge. Then I was trying to find it – Mordred having miraculously dematerialized – and there were suddenly about a zillion different jars in there and I couldn’t find the “magic†one because I forgot what it looked like. So I was totally panicking because it was really important – so I thought – and then Mordred materialized at the front door with this unconscious girl named Hannah (the one with whom I’d been exchanging identities) and I thought she was unconscious because the jar was in the fridge and it was, like, her lifeblood or something, so I asked Mordred what the jar was for and he told me, only I forget what he said, and then I woke up.
I was really tired because I hadn’t gotten to sleep until really late last night, so I went back to sleep after that. I think it was, like, six in the morning. Then I dreamed that I was at some science fair and me and all these kids were talking to these police officers, I forget why, and then we were all in the bathroom with this camera. Megan was there for a second, too. Anyway, I went out to ask the police officers for the camera and they were talking into their walkie-talkies and they totally blew me off. Then I think I went back into the bathroom and some other junk happened which I now forget, and then Dad came and picked me up. We went to this research clinic place with a gigantic parking lot, and all of a sudden Dad started jogging across the parking lot wearing only his (bright turquoise) swim trunks! I was trying to catch up to him and then the dream changed and I was inside the place with Mom. She was really freaking out and she wouldn’t tell me why, but I knew it was something to do with leopard organs. She had to put on this surgical mask and it had Hawaiian flowers on it. So we went through some corridors and rooms and stuff, and then we found the room where she was doing her thing. Grown-up Carli Anderson was there, and everyone was wearing ugly shirts to cover up their clothes. There was a shower next to the door, and I walked into it because I didn’t know, so then I was soaking wet and I think I was lying on the floor for a minute. I got up to go back outside because I was supposed to wait there and I was trying to walk against the water and it didn’t work until I figured out that I could step outside it. So then I was back in the lobby place, and I was way wetter than I should have been – my jeans were, like, dripping water – and I was reading the journal of some smart guy named Wayne/Tyler who had been at the science fair. The journal was on red paper – don’t ask me how I remember that. It talked about how this guy’s dad had a blood disease called “dropfish†and one day he got an infusion of leopard blood, or something like that, and it felt like I was on the urge of a breakthrough, you know, like in a cop show where they have to find the diseased organs or whatever, and then I woke up again.
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btw megan is one of my friends.
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i had a wierd dream that i was at a camp and we were having tryouts for a musical about bunnies and they were going to make the lead wear bunny slippers and pajamas.then i found out i was going to be the lead………being the lead good…..being in a bunny costume…..scary. that was a wierd dream then the world sank and everything was underwater and i had to swim to turn a doorknob and then i woke up.
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Cool. Dreams are really interesting.
If you have nightmares, GET A DREAMCATCHER. It works. Trust me.
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dreamcatchers are awesome…………….
i used to have one but i dont get nightmares anymore
wait
who are you people
what am i doing here
why am i in bunny slippers
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ok moments over
i have daymares
?????????????
ok that was the stupidest thing ive said all day
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for the insane blue sage# 17
i had a dream sorta like that except i was in a shoe store with harry potter brand shoes and i think i was at walgreens……o well umm lord voldemort tried to kil me and then i rode a bike through a tunnel and then the tunnel turned into a snake ………………….. ya somehow that made me think of my dream oh well. i had dreams about whirlpools and tornadoes for 1 week
is there a single person who dosent like flying dreams those are my absolute FAVORITE
ok im done now
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I had a flying dream once…
But, being a history geek, I was in a WW 2 airplane and I gt shot down by…I don’t actually remember who shot me down. Any way, I started falling and woke with one of those weird hypnotic jerks.
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I fall alot in dreams.
And real life.
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I have flying dreams all the time.
It is the one thing that I would wish for if given one wish.
(But it would be a long, long, long wish with multiple things in it, so that I could get lots and lots of things, like perfect health for my family and such)
I love flying, most of my daydreams are flying, too.
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I probably have had the weirdest harry potter dream. Well, not me, but my friend had it. So Erin (my friend), Melissa, and Rose were all up at my cabin. Now I wasn’t there, but whatever. Rose was knitting (she doesn’t actually knit in real life) and poked herself with the needle. She started to cry when all of a sudden…harry potter flies up! Well he bandages rose up, and then they start making out. (You have to understand, Rose, though I love her, is the biggest geek ever. the last time she even liked a guy was in kindergarten.) Ok, so the dream switches like many dreams do, so that everyone is watching rose and harry potter kiss, only it’s on a tv now. The tv is in this teacher’s class (we all can’t stand this teacher in real life). The teacher asks rose to explain the symbolism of the dream, only every time rose talks, Melissa interrupts her. Finally the teacher sends Melissa outside and gives her detention. Erin says that’s not fair and she wants detention too. The teacher’s like, “Ok,” and Erin gets sent outside as well. Then rose says it’s not fair and she also wants detention, but the teacher says she’s too good of a student. Rose suddenly pulls out a gun and shoots the teacher, and the dream ends with everyone doing a congo line around the classroom.
Yes, this dream was extremley odd. Thank god Erin had it and not me.
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Once I had a very, very, scary dream. To me.
Anyway, (this was last year) in the dream the whole 5th grade was going on an overnight trip, like we normally do, except it seemed very dangerous. My math teacher, who was always nice to me, said that we had to do whatever “they” said or we would be in “their” group. “They” were a group of very mean people, and I guess if anyone got in their group they would do horrible things to them. Well, everyone had to stand in a long line while “they” gave us orders. They were things like, “up” to stand up and “down” to lie down on the floor. (We were outside on a concrete place.) Well, when they said “down” I lied down like everyone else. But when they said “up”, I couldn’t get up! You know how in dreams sometimes you can’t move? Well that’s what was happening to me! I cried out, “I can’t move!” and my friend Elizabeth pulled me up. (Strangely, she is a grade older than me and is homeschooled, so she shouldn’t have been on the trip at all.) Suddenly someone called out, “This is taking too long! Take who you want!” and the crowd of “them” started rushing forward and grabbing people to take into their horrible group. I tried to run away, but I felt something tugging on my skirt. I looked down, and a tiny girl in a red flowery dress yelled at me, “Liars! Liars should go first!” I told her that I wasn’t a liar, I really had been unable to move, but she kept screaming at me and eventually we were both screaming at the top of our lungs. Then my math teacher came over and told the little girl that she would spend the night with Ms. Brown, who I think was the leader of “them”. Then, my teacher turned to me and said I would be in “their” group as punishment. In my dream, I started crying because my teacher had always been nice to me and that group would do horrible things to me.
Then, I woke up, and began crying even more. It was very strange…
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Last night I dreamed I was S. Morgenstern alive at the time the movie was made. And that I had boxers that read ‘WESTLEY NEVER DIES.’ One comment: ?!?!?!
You guys dream about teachers, huh?
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a loong loong time ago
i had dreams of bieng able to airbend or firebend or waterbend like in avatar( i was a little obsessed at the time)
but when i was firebending i burnt myself
when i was airbending there was already a hurricane going on
and i never got to earthbend
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I had a dream recently in which my entire school had been turned into a mid-nineteenth century gothic aristocrat academy. And everyone was controlled by this evil force-thing that made it so they were unable to leave. Anyone who tried to rebel was sent to a shadowy office that everyone said was the “hypnotizing room”, where the headmistress would wipe your brain completely blank then give you a whole new personality. It happened to some of my friends, who had, oddly enough, been renamed Jessyka, Nykohla, Katheerynn, Zashuh, Ahnnah, Asuhii, Taelore, and Gensehn. Don’t ask me why. There were more, but these are the only names I really remember how to spell. So, anyway, I had always been the intelligent, quiet type who seemed like she would harbor a big secret. Again, don’t ask me why. And I had this ring. It was wrought iron, with a gigantic cut dark green crystal. But I had never used it as anything but an ornament on the plum satin gloves that girls were required to wear. It never really occured to me that the ring might have some unusual properties until this guy I liked who had tried to rebel with a few of his friends got sent to the hypnotizing room, and when they came back out I gave the ring a twist and they all went back to normal. I was amazed. Just a few weeks ago, Gensehn and Nykola had been hypnotized and I had been incredibly sad. I rushed off to find them, twisted the ring, and they returned to their normal state- just like that. Now, the October cotillion was coming up, and attendance by students was mandatory. Somewhere, there was this instinct that told me that the ring would free us all, if I could twist it enough and in the right place. The October cotillion arrived. We were all in our former clothes, about to begin the first dance. By then, I had told my friends the secret of the ring, and they had a greed to help me as much as possible. We all danced about the ballroom in an inconspicuous fashion, keeping mind to stay close to each other. With each twirl, we got closer to the headmistress. We took turns wearing it depending on who was closest, and passed it to each other furtively. At last, I got close enough to the headmistress to twist the ring. The dance had ended, so I walked up to her. She looked pleasantly surprised, and asked me if I needed anything. I turned around to look at the whole dance hall. Taking a deep breath, I yelled into the now silent air.
“FREEDOM!!!”
I twisted the ring five times as fast as I could. A wave of green light went over the ballroom. Half of the people and the room looked normal. By that time, the headmistress had caught on.
“Seize her!”
She had given the command to the faculty to basically kill me. Still in my imprisoning costume, I ran as fast as I could to the other side of the room. As I dashed through the crowd, trying to evade the would-be murderers, I heard shouting. It was my name. The normal students were cheering!
A few flung themselves in front of the teachers to stop them. Heroic idiots. So I reached the end, gave it a final twist, and it was back to mormal. Yay! Then I woke up. Sort of a stupid dream.
I also had a dream once where I was on a cooking show with all the MuseBloggers, and I was a sushi chef. I was awesome, too, but I did something to the tempura rolls and the judges got food poisoning. Last I remember, You all had me cornered with steak knives and pizza cutters. It was somewhat terrifying.
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oo! oo! call on me! omg what is wrong with me???????
um, moving on, i had this strange dream last night. first my friend kim and i were at this resort thing and i dont know what happened there but you know the series of unfortunate events? well i was with the baudelaire orphans who were as usual running from count olaf. then we were in this courthouse thing (this was probably because i watched to kill a mockingbird — good movie to bad it was black and white — last night) anyway we were waiting for count olaf to come and marry violet and then we were running away again and we were in my house in maine which was a library and the librarian was this weird lady named sunny. so we checked out this enormous bible and then i saw count olaf on the porch so we all hid. then he came in and it really wasnt him. then my second cousin and my biology teacher came in and i woke up.
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I still remember this really weird dream I had when I was maybe 8. I was dressed up in a blue and red sailor-girly uniform with a bunch of other kids listening to a similarly dressed teacher + some sort of lecturer at an art museum. Then all of a sudden, this giant, talking fox-person came and stole the picture! He almost escaped by flying a hot air balloon out of a mysteriously open atrium, but I grabbed onto one of the sandbags and climbed up the rope into the basket. I grabbed the painting and jumped out, and everyone was cheering for me and telling me I was a hero. Thats all I can remember. Wow, I can’t believe I remembered that.
48- Thats so interesting! It seriously could be a book.
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48: it is kinda cool.
i remember this dream i had when i was really little that i was at this african refugee place. also one about how my friend had a secret basement and she was hiding marie antoinette in there.
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I had a cool/really weird/scary dream last night. I dreamed that these six people (One old, wise man like a jedi, two parents, me, my little brother, and another little kid, who was oriental) who had been on vacation in space had accidentally taken a wrong turn and ended up on this forbidden house/scary place/thing. They all walked inside, and they saw that it was a house that nobody lived in…… In the middle of space…….
Then, they went into the first room, and somehow knew they were not supposed to be here, this was where many people had died…. But there were no bodies…..
Then, they saw that two rooms were open, and the old, wise man suddenly opened his mouth and talked in a voice not his own:
“The people who came here opened one door for every person who died trying to get out. You will have the same fate. Abandon all hope here……”
We were freaked out, and then we all walked into this bathroom thing where we all could use mind powers to lift these things up, and so that scared us, so we went to this teeny elevator type thing, and walked in, and my dad looked at his watch and said, “This ride will take twenty minutes.” Then we saw these pictures on the wall of the elevator, drawn in haste, and they were of three people in an elevator, gasping for air, after the twenty minutes, gasping, falling on the floor, dying, and then disappearing into ash, then nothing.
And there were half-finished drawings of hands coming out of nowhere…. Demented hands….
All of these were on small index cards drawn with pencil, obviously by a very good artist.
But it scared us, especially since my little brother and the little oriental girl started wobbling, and so we all just took deeeeep breaths, over and over, and got to the top of the elevator, where there was this abandoned hospital, and then it switched over to a different dream that I think I will use for NaNoWriMo. I will write it in my next post.
Oh, goodness. I am shaking from writing that, it was that scary. Much scarier than it sounds….
But those pictures were very freaky, and there was a fine layer of dust on the ground of the elevator, which was three times too small.
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There was a 17 yr old girl who lived on an island. The island leaders always told them to stay away from one side of the island because it was inhabited with ghosts. They also served the island king. The king always got the cleanest, purest pans of water, the leaders the next cleanest, purest, the commoners the next, the slaves the least clean. The slaves got the water.
The girl’s friend got sick, because her friend was a slave, so the girl decided to go get some clean water for her, because it was said the cleaner the water, the more healing properties it had. So she went to the lake of water (that only certain slaves were allowed to go to) and took the slave’s canoe out to the middle of the lake, and took her pan and got some water for the little girl who was her friend who was a slave. Then she tried to turn around, but got caught in an invisible current, and pulled to the other side of the lake. (Which nobody is allowed to go on, because that was the side with the ghosts) She got out of the boat, walked a few steps, then fell through an almost invisible hole, landing in this sewer-type place without the sewerness because they didn’t have toilets. Her ankle had broken from the fall (which turned out to be a good thing)
There were all these dead-looking bodies floating in the sewer, looking to the ceiling, and she was freaked out, especially when one sat up (still floating) and smiled at her, then laid back down and picked up a floating book, and started to read. Then, this man, about twenty years old, came out of nowhere (he had a beard, but a goatee type beard, but it didn’t look weird) and got her into another canoe, and started talking to her as he paddled his way further in.
It turned out that he was the king of this underground city, where all those who were almost dead could go to extend their lives. He himself had gotten there by trying to save his brother’s life, three hundred years ago. Their lives were stuck in their present state, but they could be healed if it was just a broken bone or a gash. If it was a sickness, then they had to stay there until they wanted to die, then they would go to the surface. The only reason he had gotten older was because once he became the king (at age 11) he went to the surface once in a while, for an hour or two, and he would age very slowly from all the accumulated time that he had lived outside.
When they got to what looked like the center of this underground wet city, a bunch of black ghoul-looking things came up to the boat, and her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. Then, they talked among themselves, and then said to her:
“Yoouuu muusssst tellll usssss twentyyyy fiiiive sssstoooriiiiessss tooomoooorooow niiiight ooor weeeee willl kiiilllll youuuu…… Theeeeyyyy muuuussssst eeeaaaacchhhh beeeee diiiifffeeeerreeent, with diffeerreent characters……… Now gooooooo……..â€
She was immediately frightened even more. The island leaders, by the king’s command, had forbidden all storytelling, and so she had never even heard the news of what her brother caught on the reef, only that he had caught some fish and that they were going to sell it.
The king said that it was okay, and that he was going to go outside tonight, and she could gather some stories there, and he could tell her some stories to help her live, so then he showed her that they weren’t in just a canoe, but in a gigantic big flying boat, in which he suddenly burst out of the sewerness, and they were flying.
This flying took them past the ocean, past big cities, wide, open pastures, and all sorts of places. She was amazed, because she had always been told (By the island leaders) that the island was the only thing in the entire world. No planes ever passed over the island, and it was somehow cloaked from discovery. (The king told her that was his doing, he had a sort of magic that could do that kind of thing) Then, they landed by a field of sheep, he picked up two of the sheep, put them on the big boat (outside the canoe, of course) and then took a bag of powder from his belt, and opened it, took out a pinch, and flung the shimmering dust over the sheep. He told her that this would make the sheep live longer, have more wool, and all have healthy, strong twins the next spring. That was his payment for the two older sheep.
Then, they traveled back to the home place, and then I woke up.
Hopefully I can finish the story and use it as a NaNoWriMo story. What do you think?
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53- Kewl! Just be sure to elaborate a bit more.
50&51: You think so? I suppose I could tweak it so it didn’t sound quite so hopelessly cliche…
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I had a dream where our school got invited to another school’s dance. My friends (hotstuff trinity, Pixie Corpse, Moocow, Ditto, Kitkat and Zippy, but for some reason, not Vegetable Foot) and I all went. We expected there to be a DJ when we got there, but in fact it was The Killers. Cool. But then we looked around and noticed that the people dancing weren’t strictly people…they had things like lizard tails or hooves instead of feet or an extra eye. I got creeped out and sat down in a chair, which was for some reason made completely out of glass. Some guy with horns walked over and asked me to dance. I had no interest in dancing, especially as I was, oddly enough, wearing a tunic made out of a pillowcase and pants made out of towels. I have no idea why. I said “No, thanks” and he walked away. Moocow started dancing which is weird, because she is mortally afraid of boys. Suddenly, she had chicken’s feet. She looked down at her feet, screamed, and ran towards me and my other friends, who were busy trying to fix Kitkat’s chair, because it had broken, being made of glass. The band was playing “When you were young” and she looked really scared. “look at my feet, you guys! she yelled, and suddenly the music stopped. Everybody started chasing us, and whenever any of them touched us, we grew some unhuman appendage. Pixie corpse grew loooong whiskers. Ditto suddenly had a shell like a turtle. Hotstuff Trinity had porcupine spikes. Kitkat got a beak. Zippy acquired horse hooves. I sprouted grey pigeon’s wings. I took wing and flew above the melee. Some wierd emo guy with greasy black hair and eyeliner lifted up on fly’s wings and said “It’s fun, isn’t it! why don’t you stay with us, pretty. We’re your friends.” He was holding a live puppy in his hands and suddenly he bit its head off. “We can show you such delights!” he told me, swallowing.
I kicked him and he crashed into a light fixture. My friends had made it oput through the door, so I broke a window, flew through it, and followed them. I found them all hiding in a very big tree near my house. Zippy kicked the trunk in frustration and it opened. There was a room inside, so we all piled in, surprising a group of people sitting around a table in the room. The room as wround, with walls the color of Western Red Cedar bark, and windows that looked out through the foilage. There was the table, a couch, a counter and a cupboard. The people inside were not mutants like us. They were really, really scared of us. We had to reassure them that we were not like the evil ones, and when Pixie touched one of them, he didn’t turn into a mutant.
“Are any of you already changed?” I asked
“Well, I have three buttocks” one replied.
(Monty Python sneaking into my subliminal brain again…darnit)
“That doesn’t count. I’m talking about—”
Suddenly, an alarm went off, and we scattered. I jumped out of the window, flew, was hit by an arrow, and woke up, realizing it was my alarm. Darnit.
Now, The Killers freak me out.
Our school just got invited to a dance.
I’m scared.
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55 — that is scary.
53 — i dont think ive ever had such an organized dream in my life.
i dreamed about machiavelli last night. i think i am becoming unhealthily fascinated. then when i woke up i was thinking about pirates of the caribbean and i kept thinking “he makes machiavelli look like lorenzo de bloody medici.” for the love of god dont ask.
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55- I would be too. Sounds like your subliminal mind is telling you to direct a short film……
53- Was that a dream?
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Did you guys know that the average dream is ony about 10 seconds long?
weird.
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then how do you fit so much stuff in?
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its strange when you go to sleep after staying up a loooooooong time and you have this really wierd dream then eventually it ends then you wake up and it feels like you went to sleep like 5 seconds ago…………… i dont get it??????? and you can have really long dreams in a 20 minute nap.
i had a wierd dream that i was at a fair and my parents were dressed up like frankenstien and bride…….scarred me for life………………… scary
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57) Yes, actually, it was a dream. It was really freaky, too. But the dream I posted before that was even freakier.
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my sister had a dream about a purple spotted monster washing clothes in our backyard… scary…
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58) really? my dreams always seem so long! and i also heard that you don’t dream in colour, but i definately do. maybe i’m just wierd.
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i dream in color. but sometimes its a little blurred together.
Lady Aethelflaed (sorry i cant do the ae thing) — i read the book your name comes from! the edge of the sword, right? i think thats the one . . . yeah. good book.
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I dream in color. I think it odd how some people don’t. Why, I wonder?
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colorblindness?
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you know what ive wondered for the longest time? do blind people dream in color. like if they went blind when they were really little from a fever or whatever like helen keller i think did. someone should do a study on that.
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67- i think that if people are born blind, they do not see when they dream,but if they were born seeing the do dream with sights.
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64) yup, i just read the book and thought it was awesome! i also was way overdue for a name change… to get the æ, you can just copy and paste. i was suprised it worked, but it did.
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maybe you don’t actually dream in colour, you just KNOW in your dream that it’s that colour….
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ooh, i had a tres loco dream last night but i forget it . . . hold on maybe it will come back . . . gaaah its gone. but it was a good dream! oh, it was something to do with my friend kim. . . argh.
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i hate when i can’t remeber dreams…
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One time, I had a dream when I was in a room with my aunt and sister. This black widow spider crawled up my sister. My sister didn’t notice the spider. I did, but I couldn’t find my voice. So I just stood there, staring at it. Then, it bit my sister and she said “Ow.”
I just stood there. My aunt said that we should call the ambulance. But everyone was frozen in they’re spots. I tried to scream because I thought that it would be dramatic, but no sound came out. Then, I got really scared. Five seconds later, I woke up and I was sweating. It was 1:00 A.M. “Six more hours,” I groaned. I couldn’t go back to sleep, even though I was tired. That really stinks, doesn’t it?
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I can’t remember my dreams… I’m exhausted from school and MBing and MRing that I sleep heavily and don’t remember my dreams. Whatever they are though, I’m sure they’re filled with vikings and Satan. Maybe an ultimate showdown between all the head gods. I expect the first three would be something like this:
1: Odin (obviously- I mean, come on!!)
2: Lucifer (so überly cool and evil that no one’s gonna argue.)
3: Zeus (First big all powerful bearded dude. God’s a ripoff)
Allah was beaten early on by Zeus’ supreme beard tentacle. His little exploding people were just too respectful of bearded old men. God was beaten in an epic battle of logic with Lucifer and ended up Paradoxing himself into stasis when he claimed to be all-powerfull, but couldn’t create a hotdog too big for him to eat. Odin beat the living hell out of Quetzlcoatl and Horus together, who had banded together just for the heck of it. Buddha failed to attend (he was later found lying drunk in a bathroom- apparently he had found the idea of peacefully consuming peaceful beer in a peaceful atmosphere- bathrooms never hurt anyone -too tempting).
As a result, Odin and his cohort were declared supreme rulers of the universe. Now all someone has to do is tell the people. I’m the first worshiper. LONG LIVE THE SONS OF ODIN! HAIL GODS OF WAR!
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Two nights ago, I had gotten my Cricket but not my Muse, and I always get them at the same time(it’s still not here…), and I had a dream that this friend of mine who I’ve always thought should get Muse, but doesn’t to my knowledge, had a copy of the Nov./Dec. issue(it had a medium blue matte cover but said Nov./Dec. on it) and I was so happy and thinking of introducing him to MuseBlog and discussing articles and othersuch happy smiley stuff, when I went to band and was handed a copy of it when I walked in only the staples were on the wrong side and it was thinner than usual, and everyone had one, and there was an article with a full two pages of music in a handwriting-like font. Somehow although all the copies were identical, everyone had music for only their instrument. Strange dreams…
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I dream in color unless I have a noir dream. Like the first dream I remember was sepia toned. I started a detective agency(this was many many(at least 5) years ago, when I was reading Encyclopedia Brown books) and it was in an unfurnished bow of a room on top of a telephone pole and one whole wall was open towards the one winding road far below. The ground was dust. A car passed by below me and suddenly I was falling, falling. I woke up as I fell. I should mention that I am irrationally afraid of heights greater than or equal to standing on a chair. Sorry for double posting.
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74- I’m not going to comment. Replying to your comments tires me out.
Allah and God are the same thing.
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My dreams are always crystal-clear and in vivid color. I’m one of an small minority who can smell, taste, and feel in my dreams. I sometimes wake up and wonder whether I even was dreaming or not. I sleep -talk and occasionally -walk. I’m wierd.
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77: it’s supposed to be humorous. And the muslim’s Allah and christian’s God are NOT the same thing, no matter how many people trying to sound morally correct say it. Mohammed read the bible and was very impressed, then wrote the Koran in the same vein as the bible but with a bunch of changes. They’re basically social or giuridical norms, but different ones.
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one time, i was on a staircase. i was, like, six months old. my older brother was like, three. we were both climbing up this wooden spiral staircase. my brother was like ten steps behind me. i kept on climbing. then, these huge building blocks came toppling down on top of me. i went tumbling down the stairs (like duh, right) and crashed into my brother. then i started climbing up again. but then i realized that the staircase never ended. so, i kept climbing.then, a ton of blocks came down again. i got really frustrated. i started screaming because i was so mad. then, i woke up in my crib and stoppedd screaming. then, i forget the rest. oh yeah, my heros are and great to know… right?
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Otzi,your not alone. one time, i dreamed that i was being chased by a bee. i woke up screaming. i could’ve sworn that it flew right over my head.
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79: And where did yoiu get your information?
In Islam, Jesus is revered as an important prophet, but not the son of God. Chrisitians revere him as the son of God. In Arabic, “Allah” simply means “God”. They are very similar religions, although, to my experience, neither really want to admit it.
I understand that you wrote it in a humorous context, but religion can be a really sensitive thing for most people, and is usually best not to joke about.
Can we just agree to disagree?
*Why can’t we be friends plays in background*
*rereads post*
Vikings are cool.
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spammity spam, SPAM! wonderful SPAM!
Okay, Monty Python moment over.
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82: It doesn’t matter wether or not God and Allah are the same, Odin pwns them anyway. HAIL, GODS OF WAR!
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i had a wierd wierd dream it was the first nightmare i have had in a long time
i was going to dogsit for my friend and there was no sign of a dog from the outside or inside
but there was this scarry older man standing on the porch just watching me so i hurried inside no dog i searched for it until night time then a storm blew in,……and i think i might have had this dream before now that i think about it….but then i sawhadow of the strange man outside the window and i thought he was going to break in it freaked me out and i was still in my friends house ok but ya and then loud thunder and lightning clashed and then i heard a loud HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP HELP MEEEEEEE and i couldnt go back to sleep for like an hour and i had to have the closet light on………..it is not fun to wake up with a HEEEEEEEEEEELLPP
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Last night I had a dream that a Komodo dragon jumped at me Killer-Bunny style and bit my neck.
OK, so there was this lady who was getting mysterious telegrams and then somebody tried to kill her. She had two kids, one was me. She got this telegram which was this list, and some of the things on the list had already happened. She was on “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon”. So I got this telegram saying, “go to the forest” and we all did. So right when we got there, we saw this crouching tiger that leaped up at this dude we were with but missed him and went right over his head into the sea. Then we followed the path into this clearing surrounded by rocks, some of which were gold. The dude was like, “ooh gold rocks!!” and lifted on uo, and I yelled, “No!! Remember, Crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon!!!
but it was too late. The Komodo jumped out at me and I started to run while yelling, “Aren’t Komodo dragons faster than people?” and I turned around, and the dragon leaped, etc. etc. and I woke up.
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last night i dreamed that i was elizabeth from pirates of the caribbean and i was supposed to marry jack sparrow and . . . the next part, um, goes a little beyond pg-13 sooo . . .
my friend and i were in my yard and i was wearing this necklace that i hardly ever wear in real life and it was all falling apart and stuff. so then my friend and i went to see pirates 2 and we were actually in the movie which was about this random battle thing and then there was the semi-erotic part that i am not going to share with you.
after that the dream switched and my mom and i were at the library in *********** (insert name of city here) and there were these kids next to this chain-link fence because in the real life this library is very inner-city-ish and stuff. then i was in my house and dad yelled something about “she’s not up” and then i woke up and was like whoa.
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Last night I dreampt that Robert made it possible for Musers to make their own threads, and everything went crazy. That’s the second dream like that I’ve had. Maybe it foretells something…..
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I’d call that a nightmare.
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Freaky dreams last night. In the first one, my parents and I were apple-picking and we got these miniature tomato-hornworm things all over our shoes and when we got home Mom was all mad and depressed. We figured out that it was because of the worm things, which were really just little black dots, so we were spraying them with this stuff to try and kill them. Then we were on this beach-like place and we were looking at these sandpipers, I guess, and there was something about ibises too. Then I was running away with this guy named Morgan who was, in the dream, from one of my stories but isn’t really. It was very weird because we were in some stereotypical perfect neighborhood and suddenly it was summer. Then the dream totally changed and I was in this playroom with the people from my Gifted Seminar class and this evil teacher woman was holding us all prisoner in there. Then there was this thing about having to pick the right house because one of them had a tiger in it and suddenly we all had wands and I had a huge kitchen knife. So I was wandering around in these hallway places for a little while and then I found out that we were in school and it was the end of the day so I was all like, I hope I have all my books because they’re not going to let us go to our lockers. Then I was in this Santa’s-village type place, following this girl who was rollerblading down the street and then I woke up.
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I had a dream that I was asleep in some sort of domitory like thing and when I and the other people woke up there was a new Muse on each of our beds and we were all musers. At one point I stood up and said “raise your hand if you’re a Museblogger.” and raised my hand. Queenie J was there and so was GAPA Robert.
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I had a wierd dream where I was at a high school I’m applying to and I was wearing my uniform and at the school except for that it looked just like the sixth grade wing of my own school, and for some reason, someone’s mom was marrying a German guy in Lederhosen in one of the classrooms. We all gathered in the room to watch the ceremony, and started to neatly file out after it ended. I fell down a flight of stars and caught my binder at the bottom, while everyone else filed down in impeccable order, and then scattered when they stepped off the bottom step. I got up, trying to prevent anyone seeing up my kilt (yes, the uniform has a kilt for girls) and walked down the hallway and out the door. Hoever, once I got outside the door, I appeared to have left a hugenormous brick tudor-style building and stepped outside into a snowy day, with a good deal of snow-covered evergreen trees around. A bunch of other uniformed students and I gathered round and began to aimlessly chatter. While I was talking, I looked over and saw my half-sister, her English husband and three English kids sitting on a sled. I walked over to them, and was told by my sister to take her two oldest kids (my nephews) over to the house, which apperently was just across the fields- and suddenly there were snowy fields to her left- that way. I take the kids and start freezing my way across the field. the little dears (who, in reality, I care about very much) were being INSANE (in reality, they are always very well-behaved little British gentlemen) and they said “Hey, Auntie, look what I can do!” alot and started skating around on somebody’s frozen millpond, until the ice cracked and they fell in, and I had to fish them out, and then we started walking again. One of them had just started running ahead, into some leafless deciduous trees, when I woke up to someone yelling. Apparently, the cat got into a sock drawer.
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(Update on post #55) I didn’t go to the dance.
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I had some majorly wacked nighttime forays into the world of my randomly firing subconscious last night. It was a much more organized dream than the ones I usually have. IT was during the Holocaust, supposedly, and I was in this orphanage place with a bunch of other little kids. So me and another girl or two were leading this mass escape that involved us all walking down these straw-covered hallways. No one stopped us or anything, we just walked out the door. Then the other leaders and I were waiting for all the other groups to arrive, and we were especially worried about this one group of little boys. So there was this buffet table with food on it and we were standing next to it waiting and the headmistress of the orphanage caught us and made us stick a needle into an egg a thousand times as punishment. Then she left and we got away and we needed “provisions†so I grabbed half an orange. Ha! Anyway, then we got outside and it was dark and the little tiny bus that was supposed to hold all, like, thousand of us was there and it was supposedly full and then a whole empty seat just miraculously appeared! We were driving past this skyscraper and it was covered with an advertisement for a Lindsay Lohan film called something like “A Thousand Pricks of the Needle†or something, in reference to the whole egg mess. This didn’t surprise me at all. ON the contrary, I thought, I should get some sleep and proceeded to try and go to sleep in my dream. At which point I woke up. There was also a random sidebar about Cassidy and I swimming/wading in the pond outside, which had turned into a giant swamp thing with goldfish and bugs galore.
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Wow. That sounds really complicated.
I had a weird dream last night that was just a series of images and sensations. It went like this:
A girl runs through a field wearing a flowing white dress and a black hair ribbon
I am hugged by strong arms
Explosions with fire
A bound man sinks into water
A petal falls from a rose
Knives cut through the air
The earth shakes beneath me, then stops
Birds fall one by one into a forest
I am tasting cinnamon
head is thrown back
A sunset
I awaken
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87~heeheehee
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94- very… Poetic?
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94 — um.
i have a teacher who throws poker chips at us whenever we get a question right. so i dreamed that she threw like fifty onto my friend’s desk because it was her birthday and she asked how old my friend was and my friend just sort of mumbled this french-ish-sounding gibberish at her. it was so weird. it was like more chips than any normal person can hold at one time.
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I’ve had a few very strange dreams. Before I tell you one I will explain that apparently the little thing that makes you paralyzed when you sleep, will, for me, occasionally switch partially off. It is because of this that this dream is so freaky.
I don’t particularly remember the beggining of this dream, other than that it had something to do with having to get my homework doen and that I realllly needed my aunt to help me. She was living next to me at that point, and somehow that night I was, for the last bit of my dream, partially awake, which is probably why I do remember doing some of this. So of course, I need my aunt, she’s next door, so I go over there, naturally. Only it’s like, three in the morning and everyone’s asleep. Fortunately the door was unlocked and I went tramping in their, woke my aunt up, who was totally confused because she thought she had to get up and take me to school, and demanded that she help me. Mum came over and took me home after noticing that I wasn’t in bed, nor anywhere in the house for that matter. Now she keeps a cow bell on the door so she might know if it happens again. But it’s still really scary to think of what would’ve happened if the door wasn’t unlocked, plus we’re near a really busy street that the colledge students think is something of a racetrack. *shivers*
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96: I may turn it into a poem.
97: interesting…*goes to super uber cheesy dream dictionary that her aunt gave her*: Poker
To dream that you are playing poker, suggests that a situation in your waking life requires strategy and careful planning. You need to think things out before carrying out your actions. The dream may also be a pun on “poke her”. Are you trying to get a girl’s attention?
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99 — uh, no. also i didnt actually dream about play poker. just poker chips.
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Well, the uber cheesey dream dictionary only had “poker”.
Oh well, I don’t really believe in those things, anyway….
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Say, Ötzi, what does the uber cheesy dream dictionary say about fire? I’m still hoping i’m not a piromaniac from a dream a few months ago…
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Here ya go:
Fire
Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolizes destruction, passsion, desire, illumination, transfromation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation.
To dream of that you are being burned by fire, indicates that your temper is getting out of control. Some issue or situation is burning you up inside.
To dream that a house is on fire, indicates that you need to undergo some transformation. If you have recurring dreams of your family house on fire, then it suggests that you are still not ready for the change or that you are fighting against the change. Alternatively, it highlights passion and the love of those around you.
To dream that you put out a fire, signifies that you will overcome your obstacles in your life through much work and effort.
I cannot believe I just typed all that.
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I had some very disturbing dreams last night. It was really disjointed and random, so I only remember a little bit. All I remember is that it was all dark and there were lots of refreshments, so I was eating them and thinking, oh, man, I’m not eating dessert for like a week after this. Then were were all supposed to dance only I couldn’t find a partner, so there was this whole complicated thing with assigning someone to me. I was looking for Steve, because in the dream I still liked him, but he was dancing with Ann Nguyen (even though they haven’t been going out since seventh grade). It was really weird. There was also a part about me and Dan Radcliffe and a comatose person who looked exactly like Dan Radcliffe and another comatose person all getting lifted onto a boat because we were running from . . . someone. Then we were all running across this plain thing like in The Two Towers when Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli are running after the Orcs, and Legolas was with us (I think I know where that came from – arwen-undomiel.com. Go. It’s really cool.). Anyway. at the end of the dream I was getting picked up from wherever it was the dream was taking place.
What does the dream diary say about party/dancing dreams?
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(gasp) a url!
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103- That’s a relief. So, according to the dream dictionary i’ve been in the mood limbo far longer than I thought…spooky much?
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104-
Dance
To dream that you are dancing, signifies freedom from constraints and harmony/balance with yourself. You are working in cooperation with yourself. It also represents frivolity, happiness, gracefulness, sensuality and sexual desires. Alternatively, it may signify intimacy and a union of the masculine and feminine aspects of yourself.
To dream that you are attending or going to a dance, indicates a celebration and your attempts to achieve happiness. Consider the phrase the “dance of life” which suggests creation, ecstasy, and going with what life has to offer you.
To see children dancing in your dream, signifies that you will have a comfortable home, and healthy, well-behaved children in the future.
To see ritualistic dancing in your dream, denotes your need to get in touch with the spirit within..
That’s a wierd entry.
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I was dreaming about everyone in my class. It was strange…….:-)
Hmm. I end up having rather odd dreams. Though there is one I won’t forget, it was sad… I almost cried when I woke up. I’ll have to try to remember as much as possible then write it later.
Hmm. I end up having rather odd dreams. Though there is one I won’t forget, it was sad… I almost cried when I woke up. I’ll have to try to remember as much as possible then write it later.
He? Did it post? I don’t think so. Sorry if this turns out to be a double post.
Alrighty. I don’t have many strange dreams nowadays, but when I do, I’ll let you dudes know.
And shouldn’t the title be “Dreams v. 2006.3” or something of the like?
SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!! a dreams thread
My dreams usually involve never-ending buildings and running from scary people who look like my teachers. It also for some reason has alot of yellow in it. ****** is confused****
Whooo….a new one! I lost track of the older ones…..
I’ve mentioned this before, but my dreams (when I remember them) are usually darkish and almost in b&w and contain a lot of water, in one form or another.
4- it is.
[It is now. When I started the thread, on my Treo, it was too hard to look up the version, so I left that out and added it later. –Robert]
I have a lot of weird dreams. the problem is i rarely remember them. sometimes i wake up with one vague picture of my dream or something, but i hardly ever remember enough to know what actually happenend in them. when i do they’re pretty weird though.
Check the “Random Rejoicing” thread for my latest dream! I have a feeling that that post took part in creating this new thread… hmm…. Oh well.
6- Oh Em Gee!! A Matrix character!! Check out the Festival of Random Rejoicing for more on the Matrix…
*ahem*
Otzi would like to post her dreams.
1. Okay, so I’m museblogging in my dream, and suddenly a popup webcam thingie comes up. I understand that this is vair vair wierd, but it refuses to shut down. So I unplug the computer, and it still doesn’t go away. Scary bananas. The webcam thingie shows a room, and some wierd guy with a baldy head and squarish glasses walks on. The webcam frame begins to expand until I’m sitting at my desk, sans computer , in the room. The guy is rather corpulent, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and has slightly singed hair and a completely singed kite.
“Hello” I say.
When he asks who I am I politely reply that “I, Mr B. Franklin of Philidalphia, Pennsylvania, am your great accomplishment in life.” (I have ALWAYS wanted to say that.)
“You don’t much look like a lightening rod. Or bifocals”
“No, you ninny, I’m your descendant!”
“Oh. Now I’m depressed”
That was it. The setting was that it was absolutely pouring outside, there was a solitary gas lamp on an old-fashioned slab table, and my desk looked VERY, VERY out of place. I was wearing a white tee with a big kokopelli on it and jeans, and my hair was in two braids. Not an inspiring sight as such.
2. was a dream I had about a horrendous earthquake. I woke up at the exact time the Kona earthquake struck. I was freaked out. It was some kind of freaky coincidence though, huh? (If I had ESP I wouldn’t be such a klutz) but the earthquake dream took place where I live, not in Kona.
The things my mind comes up with.
this is new.
i cant really remember most of my dreams, but i think most of thm are versions of my life, with bad, or good (usually very bad) things hapening.
OH JOY!!!
Okay, here we goes: Only time for one, though:
I dreamed that cats grew from pistachios.
Yes, pistachios. (I sure hope I am spelling that right)
In my dream a bunch of friends and I were at a store reading a thing about “Grow your own cats from pistachios!” and I said, “Well, they really only turn into really mean cats or they disappear and turn back into pistachios, but let’s try it anyways!” So we bought the kit, put two pistachios in water, and left it in my room. In the morning, there were two cat-faced, slimy green tadpoles with warts swimming in the water. The next day there were weird frogs about 1 foot each. They had big blobby antannae on their heads. (One on each head) So, we took them on a walk. While walking, they burst into feathers and started flying away. (Yes, they turned into birds. Not cats, but birds….. 0.o) Then, I said, “Grab them, or else they will turn into cats while flying high in the air, and that would be sad!” So we grabbed the birds, then they turned into cats, one of them white and sweet, and the other a mean tomcat that scratched me, turned back into a pistachio, and I ate it.
Yup, oddness is me.
From the last version,which nobody knew I posted on ((maybe)):
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.
GAPAs, why haven’t you sealed off the old thread???
tsk, tsk…
I have erotic dreams
I had a really freaky dream last night, here it is:
I was in a room in convention somewhere in Montana with a bunch of people who I can’t ever recall seeing in my entire life. Then I started running from this guy who called himself Lord Voldemort. (he was on a bicycle, wearing all the biking gear, and sports glasses.) I wound up in forest going around in circles. Then I was in a huge glass library walking on the ceiling with the fire alarm going off. (I eventually realized that it was my alarm clock)
My dreams never make any sense. and I can remember them most of the time. ** aura of weirdness**
Here is a dream poem.
I had a really great dream,
It had a really good theme.
I slept on my bed
I dreampt in my head
Now about what was my dream?
Bad poem, Good dream. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Last night I woke up screaming. Nassime had dumped some water over my head (he was sick of the noise). Then he calmed me down.
I had dreamt that someone had replaced every bottle of ginger beer in the country with SCAT missiles. And I knew and no one would believe me, until they all died. After which I was shut in jail, then tortured (v. Heinlein’s Friday, which is a fabulous book but rated ‘R’ for thematic elements O_o). Then Bush revoked habeas corpus, took all my things away, after which MOSTLY HARMLESS succeeded and I was made Naval Secretary of the World. Then one of my best friends was killed, and my half-brother’s boat blew up. I woke up soaked in sweat, crying, and screaming like a baby.
19- Freaky…
Anywaysmmm, here is a wierd dream for all your museblogging little earss… I meann eyes? What is the part of you that reads? Your brainhmmm? Okay, well alll your little museblogging brainnss will hear my capricious dream. (lol I used mah name as an adjective! Cause’ it izzz onee….) Well, anyways here goes:
I was elmo. I dunno why, I just was. So elmo me walked through some double-doors into this wierd concrete building. It was pretty big. It was as big as a normal sized school gym. Mmkay? Got it? Hold on… gotta go get some chocolate… be right baack… Mmkay I’m back. So anyways, the building was just that one room, and the only window where a bunch of windows at the top, you know, those little rectangle ones. So I looked around, and there was this waterslide. No pool though, cuase’ at the time I was really little and had never gone to a waterslide before, so I didn’t really know if they went into a pool or not. The waterslide was shaped like a dragon, it was a regular green dragon, like those lego ones. And it was an open waterslide, and the mouth was where you came out of, and the jaw opened and closed really slooooooowwwlllyyyy, and so I climbed up the ladder and went down the slide and I didn’t get chomped by the plastic dragon! Yay! So when I got out, I looked at the vending machine in front of me, and my red fuzzy stomach growled. (I must of forgot to tell you that there where vending machines lining one wall of the room. Go figure.) And I walked up to it. I reahed into my pocket (even though I was elmo and I wasn’t wearing and clothes… Hmm…) And well, I didn;y have a quarter. To my luck, there was one in the vending machine, so I turned a knob and this pink egg thing came out, but it was candy…so dun worry mmkay? Good. So I took a bite and it was reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaallly gooooood. I mean really good. Like A fruity sugary pure sensation only like fizz. (but still not as good as choclate. That reminds me, I have to go get sommore… Be right back again…Okay I’m back.) So then I woke up, and got a drink of water.
Like it? DO you? Do you? DO YOU? Good. Heh heh…
After ALL of the scary dreams I’ve EVER had, I’ve never woken up sweating or crying. Ive cried after I had a bad dream, but I never wake up crying. Or screaming. I never wake up screaming either. All of my scary dreams, I wake up and I jolt. Like that one time at the wedding party with the electric fence… but that’s a story for another day.
O.o Me too. Once someone pointed a gun at my head and squeezed the trigger, and then it flashed black and I was in bed. Baaaad dream. Mom was there when the lady shoot me… Not very nice at all. After I woke up I was just sorta like “Eh? me’s still tired.” And went back to sleep.
Once I had a dream that a big thousand-legged spider was on my hand, woke up with one hand (the spider) scratching the other, sitting up, and yelling. Not screaming, yelling. It is much more noticeable, I have decided. Or else they think you are playing.
Sometimes.
Yahooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A dream thread! Shweetness!!! Okay, so I had this dream once, where I kept going back and forth in time, and everything was really sad, cuz I saw all the things I’d done in a different light, and they hadn’t been the best things I could’ve done, so it was like re-living some of my not-so-good moments, which was kinda depressing.
But also kinda cool.
Also, I had another dream in which everyone was given a number, and my number 28, and I had just that day made the decision to “break up” with “my boyfriend” (he can’t date till he’s 16, so we weren’t technically going out), cuz I didn’t like him anymore, and I had also just had a class in which we discussed number symbolism, and 2=relationships, and 8=new beginnings, and I was going to start out on a new path in my relationship life. It was kinda freaky.
Dat’s all for now.
~Shadowkat
20-You know Romeo and Juliet is sometimes referred to as R&J? Well, my first name is Juliette but my last name starts with R, so my initials are J&R. Cute, no?
24-Cool.
I had a dream that I climbed all the way up in a really tall tree and at the top there was Jesus in a bathtub. And he said “Hi” and I said “Um, your’e in a bathtub” and he said “I want to be in the bathtub. so there.” and Muhammed ambled over and said “Hi. I’m not in a bathtub. But I’m wearing a shower cap.” and he was wearing a shower cap. When Shiva (In the form of Kali, and blue) came over and was holding a scrub brush and a bar of soap, The General from Monty Python came on and said “Nope, nope, too silly, c’mon, clear off, too silly” and they sulked off, except for Jesus, who left in his newly wheeled bathtub. The General followed them, and the Siddhartha Buddha wandered by with a rubber duckie.
I’m really, really sorry if this offends anyone. It was just my dream. Perhaps it represents my deep theological questions having to do with bathing implements.
Or not.
I had a dream a few nights ago that the star of the ballet show had dissapeared, and everybody thought I had kidnapped her. It was really disturbing.
SWEET! I was like, “ooh, there should be a dreams thread, since people adore rambling about their dreams”, and then what do I see a few days later but this? Now I’m sure there’s been a dreams thread before and this is just another one that the people that run this place decided to make, but administrators, pleeeez don’t ruin my dreams (no pun intended) by saying I was not the cause of this thread. It makes me warm and fuzzy inside.
Ok, so onto dreams…um, I haven’t had any very odd ones yesterday, except one mortifying one where I seemed to think it would be a good idea to go to church topless. Yes, that was interesting. The going-to-school-naked dream with an oh-so-horrible twist.
I had a dream where Hagrid and Harry were pushing a tractor thorough Home Depot.
26-Wow. Just-wow.
Last night I had a dream that my planet was destroyed, and that I was the last Haskamirian and was being searched out by enemy invaders led by my Social Studies teacher, who turned out to be very blue (not unlike Kali Durga). Then I became mysteriously tattooed with a blueprint of the Taj Mahal and a pineapple. It was really interesting.
I sometimes have the weirdest dreams. Once, I dreamed that I was in an arcade, and there was one of those candy machines. I dreamed thast there was abutton that said”kill “on it. well , I pressed it, and these little mini police cars that were the size of shopping carts came up. (That’s completely random, I know).
I had a dream that I had to finish an assignment for the 20th, and I had stayed up all night on the 19th, and am still awake, and…. HEY! This isn’t a dream, its real life!
Ohdangitrunforyourlifetheimpendingdooooooom!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had a really freaky dream last night. exept that I can’t remember anything about it. There was a lot of cats, and water, and wet cats, tho.
i tend to dream about captain jack sparrow. once i dreamed that i was will turner and once i dreamed i was daniel radcliffe. i also sometimes dream about lotr, and once i dreamed that harry potter and i were running from my german/geography teacher.
this is a dream i copied-and-pasted from my diary from like this summer. it disturbed me very much. First there was this whole deal about the place where our swingset is in real life being all sandy and having a badminton court, and there was something about it being divided in half? There was probably something about Arthur and Mordred and the whole divided-sandbox thing, but I don’t remember it, and I kept switching between being myself and being, like, seven years old. Then Mordred had this “magic jar†and was staying in our guest bedroom, so for some reason I was up in “his†room, reading one of those little composition books you get for school and which I passionately despise, but then I heard him coming in the door – the front door, not the bedroom door – and I was racing back downstairs because I didn’t want him seeing me in his room because he REALLY REALLY hated me. There may have been some other random junk, but I don’t remember that, either. Then Mordred and I were in the kitchen and he started attacking me, and then Mom came in and hid in the pantry, and then she came out and tried to kick Mordred in the face because he was trying to kill me, only she missed and then I threw the “magic jar†in the fridge. Then I was trying to find it – Mordred having miraculously dematerialized – and there were suddenly about a zillion different jars in there and I couldn’t find the “magic†one because I forgot what it looked like. So I was totally panicking because it was really important – so I thought – and then Mordred materialized at the front door with this unconscious girl named Hannah (the one with whom I’d been exchanging identities) and I thought she was unconscious because the jar was in the fridge and it was, like, her lifeblood or something, so I asked Mordred what the jar was for and he told me, only I forget what he said, and then I woke up.
I was really tired because I hadn’t gotten to sleep until really late last night, so I went back to sleep after that. I think it was, like, six in the morning. Then I dreamed that I was at some science fair and me and all these kids were talking to these police officers, I forget why, and then we were all in the bathroom with this camera. Megan was there for a second, too. Anyway, I went out to ask the police officers for the camera and they were talking into their walkie-talkies and they totally blew me off. Then I think I went back into the bathroom and some other junk happened which I now forget, and then Dad came and picked me up. We went to this research clinic place with a gigantic parking lot, and all of a sudden Dad started jogging across the parking lot wearing only his (bright turquoise) swim trunks! I was trying to catch up to him and then the dream changed and I was inside the place with Mom. She was really freaking out and she wouldn’t tell me why, but I knew it was something to do with leopard organs. She had to put on this surgical mask and it had Hawaiian flowers on it. So we went through some corridors and rooms and stuff, and then we found the room where she was doing her thing. Grown-up Carli Anderson was there, and everyone was wearing ugly shirts to cover up their clothes. There was a shower next to the door, and I walked into it because I didn’t know, so then I was soaking wet and I think I was lying on the floor for a minute. I got up to go back outside because I was supposed to wait there and I was trying to walk against the water and it didn’t work until I figured out that I could step outside it. So then I was back in the lobby place, and I was way wetter than I should have been – my jeans were, like, dripping water – and I was reading the journal of some smart guy named Wayne/Tyler who had been at the science fair. The journal was on red paper – don’t ask me how I remember that. It talked about how this guy’s dad had a blood disease called “dropfish†and one day he got an infusion of leopard blood, or something like that, and it felt like I was on the urge of a breakthrough, you know, like in a cop show where they have to find the diseased organs or whatever, and then I woke up again.
btw megan is one of my friends.
i had a wierd dream that i was at a camp and we were having tryouts for a musical about bunnies and they were going to make the lead wear bunny slippers and pajamas.then i found out i was going to be the lead………being the lead good…..being in a bunny costume…..scary. that was a wierd dream then the world sank and everything was underwater and i had to swim to turn a doorknob and then i woke up.
Cool. Dreams are really interesting.
If you have nightmares, GET A DREAMCATCHER. It works. Trust me.
dreamcatchers are awesome…………….
i used to have one but i dont get nightmares anymore
wait
who are you people
what am i doing here
why am i in bunny slippers
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ok moments over
i have daymares
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ok that was the stupidest thing ive said all day
for the insane blue sage# 17
i had a dream sorta like that except i was in a shoe store with harry potter brand shoes and i think i was at walgreens……o well umm lord voldemort tried to kil me and then i rode a bike through a tunnel and then the tunnel turned into a snake ………………….. ya somehow that made me think of my dream oh well. i had dreams about whirlpools and tornadoes for 1 week
is there a single person who dosent like flying dreams those are my absolute FAVORITE
ok im done now
I had a flying dream once…
But, being a history geek, I was in a WW 2 airplane and I gt shot down by…I don’t actually remember who shot me down. Any way, I started falling and woke with one of those weird hypnotic jerks.
I fall alot in dreams.
And real life.
I have flying dreams all the time.
It is the one thing that I would wish for if given one wish.
(But it would be a long, long, long wish with multiple things in it, so that I could get lots and lots of things, like perfect health for my family and such)
I love flying, most of my daydreams are flying, too.
I probably have had the weirdest harry potter dream. Well, not me, but my friend had it. So Erin (my friend), Melissa, and Rose were all up at my cabin. Now I wasn’t there, but whatever. Rose was knitting (she doesn’t actually knit in real life) and poked herself with the needle. She started to cry when all of a sudden…harry potter flies up! Well he bandages rose up, and then they start making out. (You have to understand, Rose, though I love her, is the biggest geek ever. the last time she even liked a guy was in kindergarten.) Ok, so the dream switches like many dreams do, so that everyone is watching rose and harry potter kiss, only it’s on a tv now. The tv is in this teacher’s class (we all can’t stand this teacher in real life). The teacher asks rose to explain the symbolism of the dream, only every time rose talks, Melissa interrupts her. Finally the teacher sends Melissa outside and gives her detention. Erin says that’s not fair and she wants detention too. The teacher’s like, “Ok,” and Erin gets sent outside as well. Then rose says it’s not fair and she also wants detention, but the teacher says she’s too good of a student. Rose suddenly pulls out a gun and shoots the teacher, and the dream ends with everyone doing a congo line around the classroom.
Yes, this dream was extremley odd. Thank god Erin had it and not me.
Once I had a very, very, scary dream. To me.
Anyway, (this was last year) in the dream the whole 5th grade was going on an overnight trip, like we normally do, except it seemed very dangerous. My math teacher, who was always nice to me, said that we had to do whatever “they” said or we would be in “their” group. “They” were a group of very mean people, and I guess if anyone got in their group they would do horrible things to them. Well, everyone had to stand in a long line while “they” gave us orders. They were things like, “up” to stand up and “down” to lie down on the floor. (We were outside on a concrete place.) Well, when they said “down” I lied down like everyone else. But when they said “up”, I couldn’t get up! You know how in dreams sometimes you can’t move? Well that’s what was happening to me! I cried out, “I can’t move!” and my friend Elizabeth pulled me up. (Strangely, she is a grade older than me and is homeschooled, so she shouldn’t have been on the trip at all.) Suddenly someone called out, “This is taking too long! Take who you want!” and the crowd of “them” started rushing forward and grabbing people to take into their horrible group. I tried to run away, but I felt something tugging on my skirt. I looked down, and a tiny girl in a red flowery dress yelled at me, “Liars! Liars should go first!” I told her that I wasn’t a liar, I really had been unable to move, but she kept screaming at me and eventually we were both screaming at the top of our lungs. Then my math teacher came over and told the little girl that she would spend the night with Ms. Brown, who I think was the leader of “them”. Then, my teacher turned to me and said I would be in “their” group as punishment. In my dream, I started crying because my teacher had always been nice to me and that group would do horrible things to me.
Then, I woke up, and began crying even more. It was very strange…
Last night I dreamed I was S. Morgenstern alive at the time the movie was made. And that I had boxers that read ‘WESTLEY NEVER DIES.’ One comment: ?!?!?!
You guys dream about teachers, huh?
a loong loong time ago
i had dreams of bieng able to airbend or firebend or waterbend like in avatar( i was a little obsessed at the time)
but when i was firebending i burnt myself
when i was airbending there was already a hurricane going on
and i never got to earthbend
I had a dream recently in which my entire school had been turned into a mid-nineteenth century gothic aristocrat academy. And everyone was controlled by this evil force-thing that made it so they were unable to leave. Anyone who tried to rebel was sent to a shadowy office that everyone said was the “hypnotizing room”, where the headmistress would wipe your brain completely blank then give you a whole new personality. It happened to some of my friends, who had, oddly enough, been renamed Jessyka, Nykohla, Katheerynn, Zashuh, Ahnnah, Asuhii, Taelore, and Gensehn. Don’t ask me why. There were more, but these are the only names I really remember how to spell. So, anyway, I had always been the intelligent, quiet type who seemed like she would harbor a big secret. Again, don’t ask me why. And I had this ring. It was wrought iron, with a gigantic cut dark green crystal. But I had never used it as anything but an ornament on the plum satin gloves that girls were required to wear. It never really occured to me that the ring might have some unusual properties until this guy I liked who had tried to rebel with a few of his friends got sent to the hypnotizing room, and when they came back out I gave the ring a twist and they all went back to normal. I was amazed. Just a few weeks ago, Gensehn and Nykola had been hypnotized and I had been incredibly sad. I rushed off to find them, twisted the ring, and they returned to their normal state- just like that. Now, the October cotillion was coming up, and attendance by students was mandatory. Somewhere, there was this instinct that told me that the ring would free us all, if I could twist it enough and in the right place. The October cotillion arrived. We were all in our former clothes, about to begin the first dance. By then, I had told my friends the secret of the ring, and they had a greed to help me as much as possible. We all danced about the ballroom in an inconspicuous fashion, keeping mind to stay close to each other. With each twirl, we got closer to the headmistress. We took turns wearing it depending on who was closest, and passed it to each other furtively. At last, I got close enough to the headmistress to twist the ring. The dance had ended, so I walked up to her. She looked pleasantly surprised, and asked me if I needed anything. I turned around to look at the whole dance hall. Taking a deep breath, I yelled into the now silent air.
“FREEDOM!!!”
I twisted the ring five times as fast as I could. A wave of green light went over the ballroom. Half of the people and the room looked normal. By that time, the headmistress had caught on.
“Seize her!”
She had given the command to the faculty to basically kill me. Still in my imprisoning costume, I ran as fast as I could to the other side of the room. As I dashed through the crowd, trying to evade the would-be murderers, I heard shouting. It was my name. The normal students were cheering!
A few flung themselves in front of the teachers to stop them. Heroic idiots. So I reached the end, gave it a final twist, and it was back to mormal. Yay! Then I woke up. Sort of a stupid dream.
I also had a dream once where I was on a cooking show with all the MuseBloggers, and I was a sushi chef. I was awesome, too, but I did something to the tempura rolls and the judges got food poisoning. Last I remember, You all had me cornered with steak knives and pizza cutters. It was somewhat terrifying.
oo! oo! call on me! omg what is wrong with me???????
um, moving on, i had this strange dream last night. first my friend kim and i were at this resort thing and i dont know what happened there but you know the series of unfortunate events? well i was with the baudelaire orphans who were as usual running from count olaf. then we were in this courthouse thing (this was probably because i watched to kill a mockingbird — good movie to bad it was black and white — last night) anyway we were waiting for count olaf to come and marry violet and then we were running away again and we were in my house in maine which was a library and the librarian was this weird lady named sunny. so we checked out this enormous bible and then i saw count olaf on the porch so we all hid. then he came in and it really wasnt him. then my second cousin and my biology teacher came in and i woke up.
I still remember this really weird dream I had when I was maybe 8. I was dressed up in a blue and red sailor-girly uniform with a bunch of other kids listening to a similarly dressed teacher + some sort of lecturer at an art museum. Then all of a sudden, this giant, talking fox-person came and stole the picture! He almost escaped by flying a hot air balloon out of a mysteriously open atrium, but I grabbed onto one of the sandbags and climbed up the rope into the basket. I grabbed the painting and jumped out, and everyone was cheering for me and telling me I was a hero. Thats all I can remember. Wow, I can’t believe I remembered that.
48- Thats so interesting! It seriously could be a book.
48: it is kinda cool.
i remember this dream i had when i was really little that i was at this african refugee place. also one about how my friend had a secret basement and she was hiding marie antoinette in there.
I had a cool/really weird/scary dream last night. I dreamed that these six people (One old, wise man like a jedi, two parents, me, my little brother, and another little kid, who was oriental) who had been on vacation in space had accidentally taken a wrong turn and ended up on this forbidden house/scary place/thing. They all walked inside, and they saw that it was a house that nobody lived in…… In the middle of space…….
Then, they went into the first room, and somehow knew they were not supposed to be here, this was where many people had died…. But there were no bodies…..
Then, they saw that two rooms were open, and the old, wise man suddenly opened his mouth and talked in a voice not his own:
“The people who came here opened one door for every person who died trying to get out. You will have the same fate. Abandon all hope here……”
We were freaked out, and then we all walked into this bathroom thing where we all could use mind powers to lift these things up, and so that scared us, so we went to this teeny elevator type thing, and walked in, and my dad looked at his watch and said, “This ride will take twenty minutes.” Then we saw these pictures on the wall of the elevator, drawn in haste, and they were of three people in an elevator, gasping for air, after the twenty minutes, gasping, falling on the floor, dying, and then disappearing into ash, then nothing.
And there were half-finished drawings of hands coming out of nowhere…. Demented hands….
All of these were on small index cards drawn with pencil, obviously by a very good artist.
But it scared us, especially since my little brother and the little oriental girl started wobbling, and so we all just took deeeeep breaths, over and over, and got to the top of the elevator, where there was this abandoned hospital, and then it switched over to a different dream that I think I will use for NaNoWriMo. I will write it in my next post.
Oh, goodness. I am shaking from writing that, it was that scary. Much scarier than it sounds….
But those pictures were very freaky, and there was a fine layer of dust on the ground of the elevator, which was three times too small.
There was a 17 yr old girl who lived on an island. The island leaders always told them to stay away from one side of the island because it was inhabited with ghosts. They also served the island king. The king always got the cleanest, purest pans of water, the leaders the next cleanest, purest, the commoners the next, the slaves the least clean. The slaves got the water.
The girl’s friend got sick, because her friend was a slave, so the girl decided to go get some clean water for her, because it was said the cleaner the water, the more healing properties it had. So she went to the lake of water (that only certain slaves were allowed to go to) and took the slave’s canoe out to the middle of the lake, and took her pan and got some water for the little girl who was her friend who was a slave. Then she tried to turn around, but got caught in an invisible current, and pulled to the other side of the lake. (Which nobody is allowed to go on, because that was the side with the ghosts) She got out of the boat, walked a few steps, then fell through an almost invisible hole, landing in this sewer-type place without the sewerness because they didn’t have toilets. Her ankle had broken from the fall (which turned out to be a good thing)
There were all these dead-looking bodies floating in the sewer, looking to the ceiling, and she was freaked out, especially when one sat up (still floating) and smiled at her, then laid back down and picked up a floating book, and started to read. Then, this man, about twenty years old, came out of nowhere (he had a beard, but a goatee type beard, but it didn’t look weird) and got her into another canoe, and started talking to her as he paddled his way further in.
It turned out that he was the king of this underground city, where all those who were almost dead could go to extend their lives. He himself had gotten there by trying to save his brother’s life, three hundred years ago. Their lives were stuck in their present state, but they could be healed if it was just a broken bone or a gash. If it was a sickness, then they had to stay there until they wanted to die, then they would go to the surface. The only reason he had gotten older was because once he became the king (at age 11) he went to the surface once in a while, for an hour or two, and he would age very slowly from all the accumulated time that he had lived outside.
When they got to what looked like the center of this underground wet city, a bunch of black ghoul-looking things came up to the boat, and her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. Then, they talked among themselves, and then said to her:
“Yoouuu muusssst tellll usssss twentyyyy fiiiive sssstoooriiiiessss tooomoooorooow niiiight ooor weeeee willl kiiilllll youuuu…… Theeeeyyyy muuuussssst eeeaaaacchhhh beeeee diiiifffeeeerreeent, with diffeerreent characters……… Now gooooooo……..â€
She was immediately frightened even more. The island leaders, by the king’s command, had forbidden all storytelling, and so she had never even heard the news of what her brother caught on the reef, only that he had caught some fish and that they were going to sell it.
The king said that it was okay, and that he was going to go outside tonight, and she could gather some stories there, and he could tell her some stories to help her live, so then he showed her that they weren’t in just a canoe, but in a gigantic big flying boat, in which he suddenly burst out of the sewerness, and they were flying.
This flying took them past the ocean, past big cities, wide, open pastures, and all sorts of places. She was amazed, because she had always been told (By the island leaders) that the island was the only thing in the entire world. No planes ever passed over the island, and it was somehow cloaked from discovery. (The king told her that was his doing, he had a sort of magic that could do that kind of thing) Then, they landed by a field of sheep, he picked up two of the sheep, put them on the big boat (outside the canoe, of course) and then took a bag of powder from his belt, and opened it, took out a pinch, and flung the shimmering dust over the sheep. He told her that this would make the sheep live longer, have more wool, and all have healthy, strong twins the next spring. That was his payment for the two older sheep.
Then, they traveled back to the home place, and then I woke up.
Hopefully I can finish the story and use it as a NaNoWriMo story. What do you think?
53- Kewl! Just be sure to elaborate a bit more.
50&51: You think so? I suppose I could tweak it so it didn’t sound quite so hopelessly cliche…
I had a dream where our school got invited to another school’s dance. My friends (hotstuff trinity, Pixie Corpse, Moocow, Ditto, Kitkat and Zippy, but for some reason, not Vegetable Foot) and I all went. We expected there to be a DJ when we got there, but in fact it was The Killers. Cool. But then we looked around and noticed that the people dancing weren’t strictly people…they had things like lizard tails or hooves instead of feet or an extra eye. I got creeped out and sat down in a chair, which was for some reason made completely out of glass. Some guy with horns walked over and asked me to dance. I had no interest in dancing, especially as I was, oddly enough, wearing a tunic made out of a pillowcase and pants made out of towels. I have no idea why. I said “No, thanks” and he walked away. Moocow started dancing which is weird, because she is mortally afraid of boys. Suddenly, she had chicken’s feet. She looked down at her feet, screamed, and ran towards me and my other friends, who were busy trying to fix Kitkat’s chair, because it had broken, being made of glass. The band was playing “When you were young” and she looked really scared. “look at my feet, you guys! she yelled, and suddenly the music stopped. Everybody started chasing us, and whenever any of them touched us, we grew some unhuman appendage. Pixie corpse grew loooong whiskers. Ditto suddenly had a shell like a turtle. Hotstuff Trinity had porcupine spikes. Kitkat got a beak. Zippy acquired horse hooves. I sprouted grey pigeon’s wings. I took wing and flew above the melee. Some wierd emo guy with greasy black hair and eyeliner lifted up on fly’s wings and said “It’s fun, isn’t it! why don’t you stay with us, pretty. We’re your friends.” He was holding a live puppy in his hands and suddenly he bit its head off. “We can show you such delights!” he told me, swallowing.
I kicked him and he crashed into a light fixture. My friends had made it oput through the door, so I broke a window, flew through it, and followed them. I found them all hiding in a very big tree near my house. Zippy kicked the trunk in frustration and it opened. There was a room inside, so we all piled in, surprising a group of people sitting around a table in the room. The room as wround, with walls the color of Western Red Cedar bark, and windows that looked out through the foilage. There was the table, a couch, a counter and a cupboard. The people inside were not mutants like us. They were really, really scared of us. We had to reassure them that we were not like the evil ones, and when Pixie touched one of them, he didn’t turn into a mutant.
“Are any of you already changed?” I asked
“Well, I have three buttocks” one replied.
(Monty Python sneaking into my subliminal brain again…darnit)
“That doesn’t count. I’m talking about—”
Suddenly, an alarm went off, and we scattered. I jumped out of the window, flew, was hit by an arrow, and woke up, realizing it was my alarm. Darnit.
Now, The Killers freak me out.
Our school just got invited to a dance.
I’m scared.
55 — that is scary.
53 — i dont think ive ever had such an organized dream in my life.
i dreamed about machiavelli last night. i think i am becoming unhealthily fascinated. then when i woke up i was thinking about pirates of the caribbean and i kept thinking “he makes machiavelli look like lorenzo de bloody medici.” for the love of god dont ask.
55- I would be too. Sounds like your subliminal mind is telling you to direct a short film……
53- Was that a dream?
Did you guys know that the average dream is ony about 10 seconds long?
weird.
then how do you fit so much stuff in?
its strange when you go to sleep after staying up a loooooooong time and you have this really wierd dream then eventually it ends then you wake up and it feels like you went to sleep like 5 seconds ago…………… i dont get it??????? and you can have really long dreams in a 20 minute nap.
i had a wierd dream that i was at a fair and my parents were dressed up like frankenstien and bride…….scarred me for life………………… scary
57) Yes, actually, it was a dream. It was really freaky, too. But the dream I posted before that was even freakier.
my sister had a dream about a purple spotted monster washing clothes in our backyard… scary…
58) really? my dreams always seem so long! and i also heard that you don’t dream in colour, but i definately do. maybe i’m just wierd.
i dream in color. but sometimes its a little blurred together.
Lady Aethelflaed (sorry i cant do the ae thing) — i read the book your name comes from! the edge of the sword, right? i think thats the one . . . yeah. good book.
I dream in color. I think it odd how some people don’t. Why, I wonder?
colorblindness?
you know what ive wondered for the longest time? do blind people dream in color. like if they went blind when they were really little from a fever or whatever like helen keller i think did. someone should do a study on that.
67- i think that if people are born blind, they do not see when they dream,but if they were born seeing the do dream with sights.
64) yup, i just read the book and thought it was awesome! i also was way overdue for a name change… to get the æ, you can just copy and paste. i was suprised it worked, but it did.
maybe you don’t actually dream in colour, you just KNOW in your dream that it’s that colour….
ooh, i had a tres loco dream last night but i forget it . . . hold on maybe it will come back . . . gaaah its gone. but it was a good dream! oh, it was something to do with my friend kim. . . argh.
i hate when i can’t remeber dreams…
One time, I had a dream when I was in a room with my aunt and sister. This black widow spider crawled up my sister. My sister didn’t notice the spider. I did, but I couldn’t find my voice. So I just stood there, staring at it. Then, it bit my sister and she said “Ow.”
I just stood there. My aunt said that we should call the ambulance. But everyone was frozen in they’re spots. I tried to scream because I thought that it would be dramatic, but no sound came out. Then, I got really scared. Five seconds later, I woke up and I was sweating. It was 1:00 A.M. “Six more hours,” I groaned. I couldn’t go back to sleep, even though I was tired. That really stinks, doesn’t it?
I can’t remember my dreams… I’m exhausted from school and MBing and MRing that I sleep heavily and don’t remember my dreams. Whatever they are though, I’m sure they’re filled with vikings and Satan. Maybe an ultimate showdown between all the head gods. I expect the first three would be something like this:
1: Odin (obviously- I mean, come on!!)
2: Lucifer (so überly cool and evil that no one’s gonna argue.)
3: Zeus (First big all powerful bearded dude. God’s a ripoff)
Allah was beaten early on by Zeus’ supreme beard tentacle. His little exploding people were just too respectful of bearded old men. God was beaten in an epic battle of logic with Lucifer and ended up Paradoxing himself into stasis when he claimed to be all-powerfull, but couldn’t create a hotdog too big for him to eat. Odin beat the living hell out of Quetzlcoatl and Horus together, who had banded together just for the heck of it. Buddha failed to attend (he was later found lying drunk in a bathroom- apparently he had found the idea of peacefully consuming peaceful beer in a peaceful atmosphere- bathrooms never hurt anyone -too tempting).
As a result, Odin and his cohort were declared supreme rulers of the universe. Now all someone has to do is tell the people. I’m the first worshiper. LONG LIVE THE SONS OF ODIN! HAIL GODS OF WAR!
Two nights ago, I had gotten my Cricket but not my Muse, and I always get them at the same time(it’s still not here…), and I had a dream that this friend of mine who I’ve always thought should get Muse, but doesn’t to my knowledge, had a copy of the Nov./Dec. issue(it had a medium blue matte cover but said Nov./Dec. on it) and I was so happy and thinking of introducing him to MuseBlog and discussing articles and othersuch happy smiley stuff, when I went to band and was handed a copy of it when I walked in only the staples were on the wrong side and it was thinner than usual, and everyone had one, and there was an article with a full two pages of music in a handwriting-like font. Somehow although all the copies were identical, everyone had music for only their instrument. Strange dreams…
I dream in color unless I have a noir dream. Like the first dream I remember was sepia toned. I started a detective agency(this was many many(at least 5) years ago, when I was reading Encyclopedia Brown books) and it was in an unfurnished bow of a room on top of a telephone pole and one whole wall was open towards the one winding road far below. The ground was dust. A car passed by below me and suddenly I was falling, falling. I woke up as I fell. I should mention that I am irrationally afraid of heights greater than or equal to standing on a chair. Sorry for double posting.
74- I’m not going to comment. Replying to your comments tires me out.
Allah and God are the same thing.
My dreams are always crystal-clear and in vivid color. I’m one of an small minority who can smell, taste, and feel in my dreams. I sometimes wake up and wonder whether I even was dreaming or not. I sleep -talk and occasionally -walk. I’m wierd.
77: it’s supposed to be humorous. And the muslim’s Allah and christian’s God are NOT the same thing, no matter how many people trying to sound morally correct say it. Mohammed read the bible and was very impressed, then wrote the Koran in the same vein as the bible but with a bunch of changes. They’re basically social or giuridical norms, but different ones.
one time, i was on a staircase. i was, like, six months old. my older brother was like, three. we were both climbing up this wooden spiral staircase. my brother was like ten steps behind me. i kept on climbing. then, these huge building blocks came toppling down on top of me. i went tumbling down the stairs (like duh, right) and crashed into my brother. then i started climbing up again. but then i realized that the staircase never ended. so, i kept climbing.then, a ton of blocks came down again. i got really frustrated. i started screaming because i was so mad. then, i woke up in my crib and stoppedd screaming. then, i forget the rest.
oh yeah, my heros are 
and 
great to know… right?
Otzi,your not alone. one time, i dreamed that i was being chased by a bee. i woke up screaming. i could’ve sworn that it flew right over my head.
79: And where did yoiu get your information?
In Islam, Jesus is revered as an important prophet, but not the son of God. Chrisitians revere him as the son of God. In Arabic, “Allah” simply means “God”. They are very similar religions, although, to my experience, neither really want to admit it.
I understand that you wrote it in a humorous context, but religion can be a really sensitive thing for most people, and is usually best not to joke about.
Can we just agree to disagree?
*Why can’t we be friends plays in background*
*rereads post*
Vikings are cool.
Spam, Spam, Spam, Spammity spam, SPAM! wonderful SPAM!
Okay, Monty Python moment over.
82: It doesn’t matter wether or not God and Allah are the same, Odin pwns them anyway. HAIL, GODS OF WAR!
i had a wierd wierd dream it was the first nightmare i have had in a long time
i was going to dogsit for my friend and there was no sign of a dog from the outside or inside
but there was this scarry older man standing on the porch just watching me so i hurried inside no dog i searched for it until night time then a storm blew in,……and i think i might have had this dream before now that i think about it….but then i sawhadow of the strange man outside the window and i thought he was going to break in it freaked me out and i was still in my friends house ok but ya and then loud thunder and lightning clashed and then i heard a loud HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP HELP MEEEEEEE and i couldnt go back to sleep for like an hour and i had to have the closet light on………..it is not fun to wake up with a HEEEEEEEEEEELLPP
Last night I had a dream that a Komodo dragon jumped at me Killer-Bunny style and bit my neck.
OK, so there was this lady who was getting mysterious telegrams and then somebody tried to kill her. She had two kids, one was me. She got this telegram which was this list, and some of the things on the list had already happened. She was on “Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon”. So I got this telegram saying, “go to the forest” and we all did. So right when we got there, we saw this crouching tiger that leaped up at this dude we were with but missed him and went right over his head into the sea. Then we followed the path into this clearing surrounded by rocks, some of which were gold. The dude was like, “ooh gold rocks!!” and lifted on uo, and I yelled, “No!! Remember, Crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon!!!
but it was too late. The Komodo jumped out at me and I started to run while yelling, “Aren’t Komodo dragons faster than people?” and I turned around, and the dragon leaped, etc. etc. and I woke up.
last night i dreamed that i was elizabeth from pirates of the caribbean and i was supposed to marry jack sparrow and . . . the next part, um, goes a little beyond pg-13 sooo . . .
my friend and i were in my yard and i was wearing this necklace that i hardly ever wear in real life and it was all falling apart and stuff. so then my friend and i went to see pirates 2 and we were actually in the movie which was about this random battle thing and then there was the semi-erotic part that i am not going to share with you.
after that the dream switched and my mom and i were at the library in *********** (insert name of city here) and there were these kids next to this chain-link fence because in the real life this library is very inner-city-ish and stuff. then i was in my house and dad yelled something about “she’s not up” and then i woke up and was like whoa.
Last night I dreampt that Robert made it possible for Musers to make their own threads, and everything went crazy. That’s the second dream like that I’ve had. Maybe it foretells something…..
I’d call that a nightmare.
Freaky dreams last night. In the first one, my parents and I were apple-picking and we got these miniature tomato-hornworm things all over our shoes and when we got home Mom was all mad and depressed. We figured out that it was because of the worm things, which were really just little black dots, so we were spraying them with this stuff to try and kill them. Then we were on this beach-like place and we were looking at these sandpipers, I guess, and there was something about ibises too. Then I was running away with this guy named Morgan who was, in the dream, from one of my stories but isn’t really. It was very weird because we were in some stereotypical perfect neighborhood and suddenly it was summer. Then the dream totally changed and I was in this playroom with the people from my Gifted Seminar class and this evil teacher woman was holding us all prisoner in there. Then there was this thing about having to pick the right house because one of them had a tiger in it and suddenly we all had wands and I had a huge kitchen knife. So I was wandering around in these hallway places for a little while and then I found out that we were in school and it was the end of the day so I was all like, I hope I have all my books because they’re not going to let us go to our lockers. Then I was in this Santa’s-village type place, following this girl who was rollerblading down the street and then I woke up.
I had a dream that I was asleep in some sort of domitory like thing and when I and the other people woke up there was a new Muse on each of our beds and we were all musers. At one point I stood up and said “raise your hand if you’re a Museblogger.” and raised my hand. Queenie J was there and so was GAPA Robert.
I had a wierd dream where I was at a high school I’m applying to and I was wearing my uniform and at the school except for that it looked just like the sixth grade wing of my own school, and for some reason, someone’s mom was marrying a German guy in Lederhosen in one of the classrooms. We all gathered in the room to watch the ceremony, and started to neatly file out after it ended. I fell down a flight of stars and caught my binder at the bottom, while everyone else filed down in impeccable order, and then scattered when they stepped off the bottom step. I got up, trying to prevent anyone seeing up my kilt (yes, the uniform has a kilt for girls) and walked down the hallway and out the door. Hoever, once I got outside the door, I appeared to have left a hugenormous brick tudor-style building and stepped outside into a snowy day, with a good deal of snow-covered evergreen trees around. A bunch of other uniformed students and I gathered round and began to aimlessly chatter. While I was talking, I looked over and saw my half-sister, her English husband and three English kids sitting on a sled. I walked over to them, and was told by my sister to take her two oldest kids (my nephews) over to the house, which apperently was just across the fields- and suddenly there were snowy fields to her left- that way. I take the kids and start freezing my way across the field. the little dears (who, in reality, I care about very much) were being INSANE (in reality, they are always very well-behaved little British gentlemen) and they said “Hey, Auntie, look what I can do!” alot and started skating around on somebody’s frozen millpond, until the ice cracked and they fell in, and I had to fish them out, and then we started walking again. One of them had just started running ahead, into some leafless deciduous trees, when I woke up to someone yelling. Apparently, the cat got into a sock drawer.
(Update on post #55) I didn’t go to the dance.
I had some majorly wacked nighttime forays into the world of my randomly firing subconscious last night. It was a much more organized dream than the ones I usually have. IT was during the Holocaust, supposedly, and I was in this orphanage place with a bunch of other little kids. So me and another girl or two were leading this mass escape that involved us all walking down these straw-covered hallways. No one stopped us or anything, we just walked out the door. Then the other leaders and I were waiting for all the other groups to arrive, and we were especially worried about this one group of little boys. So there was this buffet table with food on it and we were standing next to it waiting and the headmistress of the orphanage caught us and made us stick a needle into an egg a thousand times as punishment. Then she left and we got away and we needed “provisions†so I grabbed half an orange. Ha! Anyway, then we got outside and it was dark and the little tiny bus that was supposed to hold all, like, thousand of us was there and it was supposedly full and then a whole empty seat just miraculously appeared! We were driving past this skyscraper and it was covered with an advertisement for a Lindsay Lohan film called something like “A Thousand Pricks of the Needle†or something, in reference to the whole egg mess. This didn’t surprise me at all. ON the contrary, I thought, I should get some sleep and proceeded to try and go to sleep in my dream. At which point I woke up. There was also a random sidebar about Cassidy and I swimming/wading in the pond outside, which had turned into a giant swamp thing with goldfish and bugs galore.
Wow. That sounds really complicated.
I had a weird dream last night that was just a series of images and sensations. It went like this:
A girl runs through a field wearing a flowing white dress and a black hair ribbon
I am hugged by strong arms
Explosions with fire
A bound man sinks into water
A petal falls from a rose
Knives cut through the air
The earth shakes beneath me, then stops
Birds fall one by one into a forest
I am tasting cinnamon
head is thrown back
A sunset
I awaken
87~heeheehee
94- very… Poetic?
94 — um.
i have a teacher who throws poker chips at us whenever we get a question right. so i dreamed that she threw like fifty onto my friend’s desk because it was her birthday and she asked how old my friend was and my friend just sort of mumbled this french-ish-sounding gibberish at her. it was so weird. it was like more chips than any normal person can hold at one time.
I’ve had a few very strange dreams. Before I tell you one I will explain that apparently the little thing that makes you paralyzed when you sleep, will, for me, occasionally switch partially off. It is because of this that this dream is so freaky.
I don’t particularly remember the beggining of this dream, other than that it had something to do with having to get my homework doen and that I realllly needed my aunt to help me. She was living next to me at that point, and somehow that night I was, for the last bit of my dream, partially awake, which is probably why I do remember doing some of this. So of course, I need my aunt, she’s next door, so I go over there, naturally. Only it’s like, three in the morning and everyone’s asleep. Fortunately the door was unlocked and I went tramping in their, woke my aunt up, who was totally confused because she thought she had to get up and take me to school, and demanded that she help me. Mum came over and took me home after noticing that I wasn’t in bed, nor anywhere in the house for that matter. Now she keeps a cow bell on the door so she might know if it happens again. But it’s still really scary to think of what would’ve happened if the door wasn’t unlocked, plus we’re near a really busy street that the colledge students think is something of a racetrack. *shivers*
96: I may turn it into a poem.
97: interesting…*goes to super uber cheesy dream dictionary that her aunt gave her*:
Poker
To dream that you are playing poker, suggests that a situation in your waking life requires strategy and careful planning. You need to think things out before carrying out your actions. The dream may also be a pun on “poke her”. Are you trying to get a girl’s attention?
99 — uh, no. also i didnt actually dream about play poker. just poker chips.
Well, the uber cheesey dream dictionary only had “poker”.
Oh well, I don’t really believe in those things, anyway….
Say, Ötzi, what does the uber cheesy dream dictionary say about fire? I’m still hoping i’m not a piromaniac from a dream a few months ago…
Here ya go:
Fire
Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolizes destruction, passsion, desire, illumination, transfromation, enlightenment, or anger. It may suggest that something old is passing and something new is entering your life. Your thoughts and views are changing. In particular, if the fire is under control or contained in one area, it is a metaphor of your own internal fire and inner transformation. It also represents your drive and motivation.
To dream of that you are being burned by fire, indicates that your temper is getting out of control. Some issue or situation is burning you up inside.
To dream that a house is on fire, indicates that you need to undergo some transformation. If you have recurring dreams of your family house on fire, then it suggests that you are still not ready for the change or that you are fighting against the change. Alternatively, it highlights passion and the love of those around you.
To dream that you put out a fire, signifies that you will overcome your obstacles in your life through much work and effort.
I cannot believe I just typed all that.
I had some very disturbing dreams last night. It was really disjointed and random, so I only remember a little bit. All I remember is that it was all dark and there were lots of refreshments, so I was eating them and thinking, oh, man, I’m not eating dessert for like a week after this. Then were were all supposed to dance only I couldn’t find a partner, so there was this whole complicated thing with assigning someone to me. I was looking for Steve, because in the dream I still liked him, but he was dancing with Ann Nguyen (even though they haven’t been going out since seventh grade). It was really weird. There was also a part about me and Dan Radcliffe and a comatose person who looked exactly like Dan Radcliffe and another comatose person all getting lifted onto a boat because we were running from . . . someone. Then we were all running across this plain thing like in The Two Towers when Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli are running after the Orcs, and Legolas was with us (I think I know where that came from – arwen-undomiel.com. Go. It’s really cool.). Anyway. at the end of the dream I was getting picked up from wherever it was the dream was taking place.
What does the dream diary say about party/dancing dreams?
(gasp) a url!
103- That’s a relief. So, according to the dream dictionary i’ve been in the mood limbo far longer than I thought…spooky much?
104-
Dance
To dream that you are dancing, signifies freedom from constraints and harmony/balance with yourself. You are working in cooperation with yourself. It also represents frivolity, happiness, gracefulness, sensuality and sexual desires. Alternatively, it may signify intimacy and a union of the masculine and feminine aspects of yourself.
To dream that you are attending or going to a dance, indicates a celebration and your attempts to achieve happiness. Consider the phrase the “dance of life” which suggests creation, ecstasy, and going with what life has to offer you.
To see children dancing in your dream, signifies that you will have a comfortable home, and healthy, well-behaved children in the future.
To see ritualistic dancing in your dream, denotes your need to get in touch with the spirit within..
That’s a wierd entry.
I was dreaming about everyone in my class. It was strange…….:-)