Dreams, v. 2010
Continued from Dreams, v. 2009.1.
There never was a 2009.2. Apparently one “Dreams” thread a year is all we need.
Date: July 9, 2010
Categories: Life
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FantasyFan?!?!
in July 9th, 2010 @ 12:04One sounds about right. Some dreams you just don’t want to talk about it.
For example,
those recurring nightmares involving teeth…
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SudoRandom
in July 9th, 2010 @ 13:12Or your father building a public school in your basement…
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in July 20th, 2010 @ 12:20I read that as “you father a public school building…” which would not be as painful as mothering one, admittedly, but still creepy.
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Enceladus
in July 9th, 2010 @ 12:11I had a very strange dream last night. I don’t remember the beginning. However, it makes a pretty good story without it.
I was at the beach with my family and some friends. We were near NY, so we could see the Statue Of Liberty. Suddenly, on the horizon, we saw a huge dark red figure. It slowly came towards us. Everyone was watching to see what it was. As it came closer, we saw it was actually a group of tall figues, some of them looked like people, the others looked like piles of people. As they came closer still, we saw the dark red came from dried blood splattered on them. They were loaping forwards, like zombies. The piles of people were smaller, human sized zombies, rather than building sized. One of the huge zombies crashed into the Statue Of Liberty. We saw it turn into a zombie. The zombies came up on shore, and everyone ran.
Then, it appears I had a flash- foreward without realizing it.
I was in school, one of the last holdouts against the zombie horde. I cowered in a corner, hopeing the zombies wouldn’t find me. One arrived at the door I was behing. I pressed against the door, trying to stop the zombies from coming in. The broke through the door. I cowered in the corner, hoping they wouldn’t notice me. They didn’t until one looked over, and came over and reached out to touch me…
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FantasyFan?!?!
in July 9th, 2010 @ 12:48Why, that’s not disturbing at all, Enceladus…
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POSOC
in July 9th, 2010 @ 13:08That reminds me of something I read on the SCP Foundation… although the Foundation itself is high-grade nightmare fuel, so that makes sense.
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Randomosity101
in July 9th, 2010 @ 13:37Ooh, zombies. *Is a huge zombie fan* Zombies make everything awesome!
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Enceladus
in July 10th, 2010 @ 15:56One of my friends is a zombie. She died during an invisible lightsaber fight.
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Beedle the Bard
in July 9th, 2010 @ 15:06…
Uhm, that’s really creepy. Please tell me you watched a zombie movie last night and it didn’t just come from the depths of your mind…
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Enceladus
in July 9th, 2010 @ 19:47I could, but I’d be lying to you.
It wasn’t very scary. It was almost comical. They were stumbling all the time, just very very indestructable, and rough (Which is why they were covered in blood).
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Beedle the Bard
in July 9th, 2010 @ 21:15That reminds me of the first time I saw the commersh for Eclipse. The volume was off, and I saw a bunch of pale people coming out of the water looking quite emotionless, so I thought it was for a zombie movie.
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POSOC
in July 9th, 2010 @ 13:15My last comment doesn’t appear to be showing up…
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Pseudonym
in July 9th, 2010 @ 18:17I keep having a recurring dream about shelves of multicolored bowling balls in a misty, dimly lit room. Is this normal?
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Enceladus
in July 9th, 2010 @ 19:46One of my friends had a recurring dream about his family members and himself being turned into green goo in an airport. It’s nothing to worry about.
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Jakob Wonkychair
in July 9th, 2010 @ 22:15Ooh, I have a dream from a while ago that I typed.
“House is on fire. Cars outside with police. Yoshi in a window. Go inside; go upstairs and find Ian and Barbara. Creepy old place with crawlspace. Ian gets scared and mad, is knocked out. Fire in opposite room. Go outside and back in, go upstairs farther and find more fire. Encircling balcony, find the Doctor, Martha, and thugs. Look away from fire, it transforms to a glass/wax thing when look back. Freezes with fear. Tries to tell Martha. Another fire changes. Doctor gets cruel and saves everyone. Captain Jack looking in a small box in the first room and has a broken heart. Later, house has a school. Meet Ryder & family before supposed to, leaves house and runs after the Doctor, pulled back by Ryder. Autumn time. “
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Piggy
in July 9th, 2010 @ 22:27I had a dream a few days ago (I rarely remember my dreams) in which:
-My mom and I were picking my sister up from where she goes to college. There was something about a cannibalism class–the college even had a cannibalism team.
-When we got home we saw that the UPS or FedEx guy had dropped off a package.
-We opened it–it was a delivery of the two scooters my mom had ordered for my sister and me. However, my scooter wasn’t in the box.
-My mom found a note from the UPS/FexEx guy saying that he put the second scooter in the bushes.
-It was winter, with several feet of snow on the ground, so I went outside and dug through the snow, looking for the second scooter. I found all sorts of things–rakes, picnic tables, a go-kart–but no scooter.Then I woke up. Very disappointing. Though I’m not sure why we were getting scooters…
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Maths Lover ♥
in July 9th, 2010 @ 23:13Beedle-We all know there’s some very scary stuff in the depths of Enc’s mind.
I can’t remember most of my most recent dreams, but I’ve finally read enough ST fanfic for it to invade my dreams. The fragment I remember involved Spock, who was married to a human(this is probably based on an S/U fanfic, but it wasn’t Uhura) and they had a baby who looked completely Vulcan. I remember being surprised about that. It was very weird– not only did it make more sense than usual, but I wasn’t in it.
Then there was the dream where I met several of the Doctors, including the seventh, in a park, but I can’t remember what else happened.
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FantasyFan?!?!
in July 10th, 2010 @ 06:29Last night I had a dream that started out innocently enough, but nearly reached creep-levels close to that of Enceladus’s zombie dream. At least, that’s what I thought at six in the morning.
The beginning was wonderful. I was meeting everyone on Museblog in Real life and we were all going to my house to read my old issues of Muse, sadly destroyed by mice some three years ago. Robert drove. There was a picture of Luna taking care of pet bunnies in one of the really old ones, and I thought, ‘Wow, she’s been getting Muse for a while.’ Clare de Lune was looking at more pictures, and I was teasing Enceladus about something. Fun, right?
Then we had to escape, because the house was being bombed. We took a plane to Hong Kong to escape. We got to customs in HongKong, and it was suddenly very important that no one find out who I was.I was wearing a very loose purple plaid shirt, and no one could tell if I was a guy or a girl. Hong Kong resembled boot camp, except more pointless. There was a curfew, and we’d have to memorize lines or we’d be taken away by the customs lady.
Then the customs lady took me to a field where a whole bunch of dead people lay. I could recognize some of them. The lady, said, ‘They sacrificed their lives, and no one remembers them. But I do’. I got the sense that she was the one who killed them.
Then there was a flashback to WWII. This same field, only it was a lab. The soldier I was seeing everything through could see dead bodies floating in oozy greenish-black muck. Some of them died, and they floated down to the bottom. There were scientists experimenting on the captured soldiers, and I could hear screams. One of the soldiers climbed out to reveal that he now had five heads, balanced on really weak, translucent necks. Another climbed out and looked like a dinosaur. The soldier I was sort of fell out of his tank and went over to the other two, sobbing bc they were the only ones who survived. Than the soldier came back to the present day, and revealed that he became some sort of elite fighter thanks to the experiments. He had to fight. He’d fought in every war since WWII. When he got too old to fight and they wouldn’t let him into the army anymore, he…possessed soemone else’s body and continued fighting. He didn’t ave any friends because everyone thought he was creepy for enjoying fighting that much. And then I woke up.
After I went back to sleep (and it took a while) I had a dream about an Edward Cullen that was actually bad***. He had needles sticking out of his figures where they nails were, filed teeth, red eyes, and looked like a zombie. And he kept trying to kill me. I was astonished bc this wasn’t the Edward Cullen that I knew. That guy was a wimp . But we were in an alternate universe, so…
Wow. This is a really long post.
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Randomosity101
in July 10th, 2010 @ 11:59Interesting dreams. Were they possibly influenced by Enceladus’ post?
Too bad this thread is for dreams and not daydreams, or I could probably rival or even surpass Enceladus. Especially since I’m actually controlling what happens…
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FantasyFan?!?!
in July 10th, 2010 @ 12:24Possibly. Definitely MB influenced it, especially in the beginning. But I think the cheesy Bollywood horror movie I watched at midnight right before falling asleep caused more of the horror part.
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KaiYves- Hail, Atlantis!
in July 10th, 2010 @ 10:32I had a dream last night that I found two Dear America books that were set in 1998, and then somehow I was in this weird city with all of these different people, and we had to do something, and I think the mayor was a monster… it was weird.
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Princess_Magnolia
in July 10th, 2010 @ 15:15I keep having Harry Potter dreams.
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Maths Lover ♥
in July 11th, 2010 @ 06:18I dreamt last night I was freaking W out with my nerdiness by telling her what hogwarts houses our own school’s houses represent.
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Silver Lining
in July 10th, 2010 @ 15:48A couple nights ago I dreamt I went on a road trip with Magnolia and Nym to a place called Nymmerson (which I am positive doesn’t exist) in Pennsylvania or something.
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SilverLeopard
in July 11th, 2010 @ 06:03I had a strange dream that I was with a few kids from school, and one of the teachers from Art Camp, and the teacher from Art Camp (I’ll call her H) was reading the sequel to The Cabinet of Wonders to us while we sat on the steps inside this glitzy white marble building. She stopped reading close to the end, and and she had started in the middle. I asked another kid whether H had already read the beginning, and they said yes.
Then my dream switched to a bunch of former eighth graders (I’ll call them FEGs) from my school who were trying to save the world from being turned into a missile by “God” (I don’t even believe in God!) and were being helped by a mysterious man who shot words out of a gun (it works like this: You find a colored piece of paper anywhere from 5″ by 7″ to 3″ by 2″, which has words in black print in little boxes about 1/4″ by 1″, and the guy puts it in his gun, pulls the trigger and BAM!! the door/window/wall is open/has a hole in it)
Then the dream switched back to H, my classmates, and I. We were leading everyone on Earth to where the FEGs were. We went through the marble building, and I saw my friend M.
M said, “Did you get my letter?” I said no.
“Then who got it?” M said
“Nobody.”
“But someone had to get it!” (I think the being of MuseBlog got it.)
Then we went down a hatch in the glitzy marble building and landed in an abandoned subway. Surprising, everyone fit! Then, I had to lead the people through that crazy place to the FEGs. God told me the way to go, and I always chose the opposite direction because God said the human race had to be on the missile for it to work.
After a while, we reached a metal arch, went under it, and walked down a ramp to the FEGs. (Again, the human race fit into that little room.) There were two doors in the room, blue and pink, and the FEGs looked really confused about it. The mysterious man appeared again, at that moment, and shot the pink door with the pink word six6 (not even a word, actually) that he took from a fifth grader (actually, the fifth grader is now a sixth grader), and the door opened to show the train tracks.
And then, the dream stopped.
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bookgirl_me
in July 11th, 2010 @ 14:28It’s funny, I haven’t had a really vivd dream lately. Even though my dreams usually turn out to be creepy nightmares, I sort of miss them. The whole thing is sort of complicated. Like in some dumb tv show, all the vivid ones have a meaning.
Basically, there’s a situation I’m in. I want to do something, but there’s an obstacle or several. I either overcome all or some of them but am unhappy with the outcome or fail absolutely and am in deep do-do. And they’re usually unpleasant. So much for the negative side.
On the other hand, they’re always about current problems and they’ve always got the solution. Sometime I have to accept the outcome and sometimes I have to keep fighting. And I’m always myself. Sometimes I’m 9 years old, sometimes I’m 15, but age is just a malleable attribute like hair color or clothing. I’m just Margaret, you know, the sort of “core personality”, the part of you that just is you no matter what.
Even though I’m constantly confused about these things when I’m awake, I know what I can take and can’t tolerate, there’s no putting up with anything that I can’t deal with. I know what’s going on, where I am and why I’m there and why I’m going where I’m going. I know what I want and what I need, be it respect, freedom, justice, independence, friendship, acceptance (at least tolerance) or lunch. I know who the bag guys are and where they are, I know what’s wrong and what I can do to try to fix it. I also have no problem making choices and just know that I’ve made the right or best possible one under the circumstances (once the dream has started out, that is. Stupid choices usually get me into that sort of situation).
There’s no shoving things away, ignoring them and hiding them, the problems are all there and I have to deal with them. It’s like the monster under the bed comes out and challenges you to a duel. ‘Course, you’ll probably lose, but at least you know how to defeat it next night. That’s another funny thing: none of my dreams ever have the same theme and they never reoccur. Probably because I wake up freaked out and realize that I need to deal with whatever is upsetting me so because I “wake up” and realize that I need to deal with it. They’ve never really got that whole feel good vibe, but hey, they’re just dreams.
Anyone else have dreams like this?
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Kittymine, OSW, with various characters on BA
in July 11th, 2010 @ 14:3913 – Well, I had at least three dreams this past year on the topic of whether or not to work as a counselor at a day camp this summer (for the 4th year in a row). Two of the dreams put me in the role of counselor and I just went through the day and in the others I was contemplating. I don’t think that I actually reached any conclusions at the end of these dreams. They seemed to be presenting what outcomes would occur depending on what I did. In the end, I did take the job and I’m glad I took it, but I’m pretty sure that I don’t want to be a counselor again next summer.
Most of the time, however, my dreams don’t directly reflect the problems or questions that I’m dealing with in real life.
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Bibliophile
in July 11th, 2010 @ 20:11A dream I had long ago (influenced by The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader by CS Lewis, I think): There was this book called The Morning Walker, about someone named Prince Mediterranean who was traveling the ocean (searching for undiscovered islands) on a dragon-shaped boat called the Morning Walker with his crew and some children who’d magically appeared somehow from another world. PBS made a film version and showed it in segments (a chapter at a time). I was watching Chapter 3 when suddenly, I was one of the children who’d appeared, rather than a spectator, and the whole thing was real. We sailed for a while, and then we found an undiscovered island. We jumped into a lake (for a swim) to find that it was inhabited by women with long, curly, golden hair and blue eyes, and their dogs, who behaved the opposite way one would expect dog to (as in wagging their tails when sad, et cetera). Oh, and the women all wore tennis shoes. They never removed them, and were named after them. I befriended one named White Shoes. We left the island without her, though, and went to the next, which was my school cafeteria (without tables or chairs) filled with little children with jump ropes and hula hoops. We soon left and found another island. It was inhabited by giant, talking parrots. They enslaved us and forced us to Google things. We escaped somehow and went back to the island with the lake. I took White Shoes home with me (I don’t know how I came home, but I did) and she went to my school for a day, even though she was older than me. She spent recess (I was younger at the time, and actually HAD it. I’m now very glad I don’t anymore. It was boring.) staring at a squirrel like she was about to pounce on it, and I was trying to convince her not to. Then I woke up…
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POSOC
in July 12th, 2010 @ 12:48Wow. Prince Mediterranean… wow. Is that a pun, or something else?
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Mikazuki
in July 12th, 2010 @ 12:13Hmmm…
I seem to be having a series of dreams that are all connected. In them, I have an older sister, Beth, who is a werewolf(I don’t have any siblings) who lives in a cabin behind our house, and wants to be a full wolf. One day, she disapears( Actually, all she wanted was to become a full wolf, and I think she either did this or killed herself), and I clean up the cabin(not pretty) and my older brother Sam moves in. He likes the outdoors too.Then, My family has a cookout, in which two twin 4 year olds come.They are curious about the cabin, but when I yell for Sam, nobody comes. I send the twins up to where my family is cooking hot dogs(I’m a vegetarian) and go inside the cabin. Nobody is there. There is a thick layer of dust everywhere. I write a note to Sam telling him to tell me if he comes back. Then I find a note from my friend’s boyfriend telling me to tell her that he is very sorry, but he’s on the run from the law, oh, and please don’t worry. He left the note with Sam, apparently, because Sam’s handwriting is on the paper, too, saying ,”Give to K(That’s me)to give to I(That’s my friend.)” Also, I find a note from someone I don’t know, written inpurple ink.Then I wake up. I have a sense that the note was really important, but I can’t remember what the cake it said. Grrrrr. I hope I get to find out what happens, because it’s really irritating, not knowing.
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KaiYves- Hail, Atlantis!
in July 12th, 2010 @ 15:18I had a dream last night that I was helping my grandmother buy a tricycle from this strange mall. The tricycle was actually an autonomous robotic lawnmower sort of like a Roomba. Two guys at the tricycle place were eating ice cream and talking about something they’d watched on TV the day before where Arthur Dent had killed a man-eating plant with a weedwacker and how awesome they thought it was.
And then, somehow, I was inside of the tricycle place, which was a featureless building with the floors all connected by one sloping ramp. There were no doors or windows, and the walls were painted sort of forrest green. The tricycle-lawnmowers were all coming down the ramp in single-file, I guess heading out to the store so people could buy them.
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Rosebud2
in July 12th, 2010 @ 17:16Enc and FantasyFan- woah those sound creepy. My dreams are usually not very exciting. The last interesting dream I remember is this one where Umbridge was at my school and I could turn invisible. There was this one dream awhile ago, though, that was really creepy.
It started out with me and some family members watching a movie. I think one of my uncles was there. He was telling us what would happen in the movie, apparently the main character would be stranded on an island. Then, it was like the movie was what was “actually” happening, not just viewing it on a TV, but I was just watching and not a character, and kept thinking about how the character whould be stranded. So anyway, in the movie the main character was this boy who lived in this big house with his father, who was a professor. His father got this assistant, who was evil and had it in for the main character for some reason. Then, though it didn’t show it, the assistant totally beat up the main character. His father did some kind of medical thingy to save him. It showed the character afterward; he was all covered in bandages like a mummy and there was this long tube thing sticking out of his mouth, and you could see his eyes, which looked really weird. It was really creepy. And then he said something even creepier: “Father was clever to keep me alive when my arm was ripped off… and my head.” Then it kind of flashed forward to when he was stranded on the island. He was lying on the beach and he peeled off all the bandages and his whole body was slimy and gray.
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Mikazuki
in July 12th, 2010 @ 19:47Wow….Really creepy dreams. Strangely enough, I haven’t had a nightmare in a long while. I enjoy my dreams, even the creepy ones…Because the creepy ones I see as if they are movies. I think I may enjoy horror movies…
I have a lot of dreams that are connected, like that one I posted earlier. Weird.
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Thanks For All The Fish42
in July 12th, 2010 @ 21:28I keep having these extremely stressful dreams where I end up driving a car and causing an accident or people to get mad at me. I wake up and have to calm myself down and tell myself it’s not real so I can relieve my stress from it. Now that I mention it, I’ve been having not just car-related-stressful dreams, but just stressful in general. I think I almost missed a Spanish final in one, and man, do they feel real. It’s a very odd sensation, being stressed about something that’s not real.
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Bismarck
in July 12th, 2010 @ 22:54As of late, I keep feeling one of my teeth because it is loose, and then cause it to fall out or break. Lately more than one tooth will fall out, but no matter what I dream, one of my teeth falls out. It’s truly frightening each time i wake up.
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FantasyFan?!?!
in July 16th, 2010 @ 05:45I knew it. Beware the dreams with teeth!
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Rosebud2
in July 13th, 2010 @ 07:42Last night I dreamed that I had a pet lizard.
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Kokonilly
in July 13th, 2010 @ 10:31OKAY, so I was at my sister’s elementary school for some reason, watching her class. My sister raised her hand and answered every single question correctly. When they packed up to go, my teacher said that my sister couldn’t take her normal backpack and had to take a new one.
Well, apparently that made me really mad – “You stupid little woman, just because you haven’t got any intelligence doesn’t mean you can insult those who do-” (It went on for a little while.) Abruptly in the middle I realized that this teacher was the mom of one of my classmates (this is actually true) and I wondered what she would say.
The teacher smiled and asked me what I wanted for a punishment. I tried to say that I was a high school student and therefore they had no power over me, but I realized that was wrong. She offered for me to sit through her Spanish 2 class; but I declined, saying that I was going to be in Spanish 4 (this is true as well). Then she offered that I cat-sit for her, but I’m allergic to cats. So off we (my sister and I) went to detention. Actually, she led us there, which made it more disgraceful.
So we get there, and I have to explain what I did to the principal. She thought it was the dumbest crime ever, but she sits us down anyway. I see some of my other classmates there. I see some Shy Guys out the window sinking a boat, and automatically I assume the boat is a metaphor for our situation. A few awkward minutes pass until the principal turns into a snake and tries to kill us. My sister tries to pet her cat but it goes berserk as well. We run out of the school and I wake up.I confess, I was expecting a weird dream: I fell asleep reading Through the Looking-Glass, which I read right after Alice in Wonderland.
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gingerkid
in July 15th, 2010 @ 22:23What a great choice of books. Wouldn’t recommend before you go to sleep, but none-the-less good books. The ending sounds much like how mine end. How odd… Well, not the part where you woke-up. But rather the part were you’re running out of school. I’ve noticed a reoccurance of that in my dreams as well.
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leloochlover101
in July 14th, 2010 @ 06:46Last night I had the wierdest dream. i was on a plane in the caribean to some island. All of a sudden theres this storm and we dont know where to fly because everything was messed up and the lights were out. Then we see this island were people were making the emergency landing signal on the beach. When we actually land, no one is there,but there were sea animals all over the beach. Then i had a flashback of all those people drowning in the water with red everywhere. somehow i know this has to do with some creature. When everybody on the plane decides to find shelter, there is light in a house, but the house is all the way at the other side of the island, we also somehow get the feeling that there is something waiting for us. we finally decide to go there, and while we were walking, people started disappearing. Then i woke up…
when i mean we, i mean everybody on the plane including me.
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gingerkid
in July 15th, 2010 @ 22:42I can only remember one dream. The dream I had when I was six. I never had it again (Or at least I don’t think I have. Which brings us back to my being able to only remember one dream). I was running…. But not really. I was pacing, I suppose. Pacing towards a dark “blob” in a snow storm. Most wouldn’t pace, nor pace towards something dark. Rather, they would run to a light. There was none of my viewing excluding the white snow. I only took this out of instinct. I run into the darkness. You would think I would say this led me to more light. It did no such of a thing. I ran into more darkness. Except this time it was warm. Exceedingly warm. I was in a Vault. A bank vault. Like the ones they only show on TV shows and in New York. Though, you never see them if you live in the South in the 20th Century. I can’t breathe. I have to look for something. Can’t see. Feel for something. Can’t feel a thing but the floor, the walls, and the lock for the vault. I supposed at that point whoever was doing this to me, had some heart. They cut the light-source. At least I wouldn’t see anything as I died. But then I see light. I think I must’ve went blind. I think, “So, this is what being blind is like.” Then I see a paradise. No, not a beach. My own special place. It’s better than the Egyptians ever made it out to be. You need no belongings to carry with you. It’s already there. I hate that I’ve made this description into a Spiritual enlightenment, but it was great for the twenty seconds it felt like it lasted. I hate to think that twenty seconds I felt that warmth in my dream was more equivalent to 2 1/2 hours sleep in reality. I don’t even remember how it ended. I think the darkness interrupted my happiness once again. I just remember, “Oh goodness. This stinks.”
Hope you have fun knowing I’ve gone ’round the bin! Haha. I can swear I’ve not gone Wacko. Though, I can’t say much for Lunatic or Crazy.
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Randomosity101
in July 17th, 2010 @ 12:48That’s not crazy at all. Though it may have been your subconcious trying to tell you something…
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in July 19th, 2010 @ 01:02Especially since this is a single somehow-remembered dream, I would agree with you on the point that it means something.
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KaiYves- Hail, Atlantis!
in July 16th, 2010 @ 09:48I had several strange dreams last night. I woke up briefly in between each one, so at least I know they were separate. One involved my family going camping, another, people trying to drive me crazy, and the third, me hugging a ghost.
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Randomosity101
in July 17th, 2010 @ 12:45I just had a dream for the first time in – how long? I believe it was nearly a year. It was kind of like my own little “Adventures in Wonderland”. I don’t remember how I got there, but it involved my grandparents taking me to a resturant. I got to this kind of “other world” and had some adventures that I lost memory of as soon as I woke up (I stink at remembering dreams, unfortunately). There was this woman there, who was tall and skinny and vaguely blue. She was really nice. She gave me a tea that was supposed to “lift my spirits” and it worked, turning me from mildly happy to very happy. Throughout the entire time I was in this world, my mind kept popping up with evidence that it wasn’t a dream. The most convincing, of course, was that it didn’t feel like a dream. It felt like the waking world, in both senses of the word “feel”. Then I met some people who used to be my friends in the waking world, but for various reasons were not anymore. Then I was back at the woman’s house, and she was talking about me leaving to go back home. I asked her if she could make a tea that would help me remember that it wasn’t a dream, but she said she couldn’t. Then she made it sound like I didn’t have to go home if I didn’t want to, and I was really indecisive. I guess the decision was made for me, however, because I woke up in my bed. My mother took me on a walk down the park in front of our house, and I saw an orange fairy, and then I really woke up in my bed.
The thing is, most of my dreams have obvious derivations from truth where they broach reality. In this one, the only one was that my mother is currently out of town. I am in the care of my grandparents untill she returns, I did know the people I met and they did used to be my friends, and it did feel exactly like the waking world. Also, in most of my dreams I’m on autopilot, but in this one I was actually thinking, reasoning conciously.
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in July 19th, 2010 @ 01:04A year is a long time.
This sounds…very interesting. (I have yet to understand the definition of out-of-body-experience, however, so I will hesitate to put on labels…)
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Randomosity101
in July 20th, 2010 @ 15:47I am well aware of how long a year is, and that is a relatively short gap between dreams for me.
It was very interesting. Best dream I’ve ever had (and remembered) in fact!
out-of-body experience
noun
the dissociative experience of observing yourself from an external perspective as though your mind or soul had left and was observing your body
(I guess it wasn’t an out-of-body experience.)
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in July 21st, 2010 @ 21:13I think I have out-of body experiences sometimes. Like, everything goes a bit fuzzy and dizzy-making and I can sort of see like normal but at the same time kinda “observing myself from an external perspective”. It’s very odd and rather disturbing. And that really didn’t make much sense.
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Randomosity101
in July 22nd, 2010 @ 20:08Do you read the Uglies Series, or iws that a coincidence.
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~Cskia
in July 19th, 2010 @ 01:11For the past month or so, every single dream I remembered had a point in it that I knew it was ‘only a dream’ and tried (and succeeded) at changing something in the dream. (ex. having a murderer who was chasing me vanish into thin air because I knew I would wake up sometime and prefered not to be killed before then. but it wasn’t a nightmare. nightmares are rare.)
There were ones where I could get myself to float up, and ones in which I could repel blobs of pink and purple goo which were thrown at me. Ones involving me shouting at people, or drawing pictures, or willingly dying.
It probably has to do with the fact that I’ve been thinking more than is good for me in the past month, and that I stay up very late to draw/write/read…
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Randomosity101
in July 20th, 2010 @ 15:51Cool! I’ve only been able to do that once, a long time ago, and the dream involved three haunted houses, cooking classes, my mother, and Stitch. (It was very odd…)
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POSOC
in July 20th, 2010 @ 12:13I once had a dream in which I had to battle my own doppelganger in order to wake up. I say this now because it just occurred to me that I might be the doppelganger, and the real me is still trapped in a dream, searching desperately for a way out.
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KaiYves- Hail, Atlantis!
in July 20th, 2010 @ 13:05Sort of like the end of the second Alex Rider book, then?
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POSOC
in July 20th, 2010 @ 13:30Maybe a little…
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in July 20th, 2010 @ 16:05If you’re the doppelganger, what makes the other one the real one?
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LittleBasementKitten
in July 20th, 2010 @ 16:19…what?
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LittleBasementKitten
in July 21st, 2010 @ 16:40Again, what? This is hurting my brain…although I get what both of you are saying, it’s too deep for the likes of me. *leaves*
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LittleBasementKitten
in July 21st, 2010 @ 16:40Oh, SFTD/TP, I did not realize it would do that.
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POSOC
in July 20th, 2010 @ 21:50That’s very deep, actually. If we both believe we’re the real one and there’s no objective test that can distinguish between us, is “which is the real one” even a meaningful question?
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Randomosity101
in July 21st, 2010 @ 16:13If you are not the “real one”, are you a figment of en’s imagination? If so, do you have powers only figments of the imagination posses? Are we also figments of the imagination of our own “real ones”? Hmm… I appear to be getting quite existential right now. *Wonders about dreams involving forty-two*
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Rosebud2
in July 22nd, 2010 @ 10:47I think it’s meaningful but you just wouldn’t be able to ever find out. Maybe he’s you in a parallel universe or something. But I have no idea what I’m talking about
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muselover
in August 5th, 2010 @ 21:02Sounds like a potential Inception sequel…
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Enceladus
in August 6th, 2010 @ 20:010.o
I just took a class in Philosophy of Mind, where we asked questions a lot like that…
I’d say that you’re both you, and that if the other person is the real “you” then it wouldn’t matter because all your goals would be accomplished, your loved ones would be taken care of, and nothing would change. If you’re the doppelganger, then the other person is in the same situation.
For more info about this, look up “to be john weldon” on Google video. (not in quotes)
Sudo- Yes it is, and my class actually had a debate about whether it was ethical to use teleporters in Star Trek. After watching an episode.
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in July 22nd, 2010 @ 20:16POSOC–That reminds me of something (a comic I think?) I saw once. Someone say’s they’ve invented teleportation–but what it does is clone the person so the clone is in the “new” spot and so it has all the same memories, then zapped the “original” out of existence. And there was something about it also selecting for people who didn’t care if this happened.
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SudoRandom
in July 22nd, 2010 @ 23:06Isn’t that what Beaming is in Star Trek?
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Rosebud2
in July 24th, 2010 @ 20:30I have decided to attempt to learn to lucid dream.
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Kittymine, OSW, with various characters on BA
in July 26th, 2010 @ 09:50I had a very interesting dream this morning. I was in school, in English class, and we were having a quiz on a book we’d been reading. Then my teacher turned this quiz into an in-class review session. The book sounded really cool and the main character was intriguing, but I felt like I hadn’t actually read this book before.
I went outside during break and the fire alarm went off. I started heading toward the parking lot, but as I passed the middle school I noticed that all of the students were outside yelling, “Color War!” I was confused – hadn’t we already had Color War? Whatever. I went into the middle school to visit the librarian there, who I am friends with. She asked me how things were going so I told her about English class. I was trying to figure out why I felt that I hadn’t read the book before. I thought perhaps I had gotten off class during English the whole week or something, but that didn’t seem to make sense. I was still contemplating the question when I woke up.
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Mikazuki
in July 29th, 2010 @ 13:16I had a very irritating dream last night. I was on the schooner that my best friend’s parents own, only we were in the Caribbean, and my best friend had homework over summer break.I didn’t, but I had to do it too, only they refused to tell me my assignments. I woke up screaming, “Just give me the list!! THE LIST!!!!!”
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KaiYves- Hail, Atlantis!
in August 5th, 2010 @ 19:06I had a stress dream last night. I was supposed to be going to the space station, but when I got to the airport or wherever I was supposed to leave from, the lady behind the counter gave me a form with all of these really weird questions on it and told me I had to fill it out.
They said things like “What fictional character are you almost as old as?” “What is the most exciting thing you have ever done?” and “Please draw a dog. Label all the parts.”, but there wasn’t enough room underneath to write anything. I tried to reason with the woman, but she kept telling me I had to fill out the form, no buts about it.
I suppose this was all because I’m stressed about my Astronomy final tomorrow.
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Bibliophile
in August 5th, 2010 @ 19:44That reminds me of a slightly (but only slightly) similar dream I had once…
A cat (who looked a lot like a cat from I book I’d been reading) came along and told me he was going away on a business trip and I could go to the moon to pass the time. He seemed to think I was his wife from the way he said it, but the idea of going was so appealing I didn’t care. He gave me a ticket to go onto a rocket (Yes, I know people don’t actually go up to space inside rockets, any more than cats talk or have wives or businesses, but it was a dream.), and I went, only to discover that I’d forgotten to take a book with me! So I was bored the entire trip. When we got to the moon, there was a sign saying ‘Junior Lunar Choir.’ I walked in and asked a woman who seemed to be the director whether I could sing with them. She said that I could, so we all began to do so. However, there was a concert the next week, and the director insisted I memorize all 8 songs that day or we couldn’t go. This was despite my own insisting that I couldn’t even be in the concert because I wasn’t even going to be on the moon then. We kept arguing. I don’t remember what happened next, but eventually I was getting off the rocket and saw the cat from before arguing with another cat from the same book. She seemed to be very upset and angry and was clearly wondering why he’d just up and left her without an explanation. I think she was his wife… Then I woke up.
Most of my dreams are odd like that, and make no sense whatsoever.
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Piggy
in August 5th, 2010 @ 20:44I had a dream last night. I don’t remember much of it, but I know I was cleaning my room (which would only happen in a dream), and one of my new chopsticks was broken into pieces. Most unpleasant.
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Beetles and Drakon (^_^)
in August 9th, 2010 @ 14:30Last night, I had a dream. I don’t remember what order all the parts were in, so I’ll just do them out of order. My dream featured myself, Enc, AM, and S, a kid I met at summer camp. One of the parts took place at this food factory, that looked sort of like the Bubbleshock factory from SJA. The factory was selling all sorts of insane treats. Enc had a two-inch churro with mountain (no, literally a mountain) of whipped cream. AM (who in real life, hates excessively buttered popcorn)had a can of popcorn that was so buttery that AM was supposed to drink it. S didn’t have anything, and I forget what I had.Then suddenly some guy started taking us on a tour of the factory, but then we suddenly were somewhere else. We were at the edge of a pond which was somehow the entrance to a museum. When we got across the pond, we did not seem to be wet at all. Then we went into the museum and found that there was an exhibit on old cars. However, one of the cars looked like two lockers, and it turned out to be an old fashioned TARDIS. The TARDIS had only four switches and a bed. Then we left the museum and went back in, but when we went back in, the museum was closed, so we left. The next part took place in MB. We were actually in MB. Then I remember that there was some new thread about some yoga class and S was telling us about how he took it and it was really fun… and then I was suddenly at my summer camp with just S, and I had a bunch of awards, but they all got taken away because I hadn’t read all of the official rules of chess… and then I woke up.
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Rosebud2- Wild MissingNo. appeared!
in August 22nd, 2010 @ 19:14Last night, I had a dream in which Robert was at my house. It was almost as if he was my dad or something. We were in the living room, and Robert was opening birthday gifts. In mine, my iPod was wrapped up in pink tissue paper. I had wrapped it because the Implicit Associations Test thread was up on the iPod, and I thought it was cool so I wanted to show it to him. Then, I realized that Robert had made that thread and thought, “*facepalm.*”
You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you consider that a bad dream.
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Robert Coontz (Administrator)
in August 22nd, 2010 @ 19:36So now I’m the Sandman? What a strange business GAPAhood has turned out to be.
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Jakob Wonkychair
in August 22nd, 2010 @ 21:46I had a dream three nights ago where I was in a skyscraper at night. I may have been looking for angels. I was completely occupied with readying to explore the building. In the blink of an eye, a man suited in silver from head to toe (covering all of his body) appeared in front of me and grabbed me. It was quite frightening, and woke me up. And prevented me from sleeping the next night.
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Piggy
in August 22nd, 2010 @ 22:10At first I thought you said you were a skyscraper. That would have been an exceptionally interesting dream.
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Luna the Lovely
in August 23rd, 2010 @ 07:15That’s what I thought, too.
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SudoRandom
in August 23rd, 2010 @ 07:48Heh. Me too.
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Cat's Eye
in August 23rd, 2010 @ 10:39I did too. Strange.
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KaiYves
in September 10th, 2010 @ 11:03Okay, this is a very strange dream-
I was riding on the ferry to visit my grandmother in Massachusetts, when the water next to the boat bubbled and a thing like a big silver egg shot out of the water and into the sky. (If you know the old movie Flight of the Navigator, it looked like the outside of that ship)
Somebody took a video of it, and I was explaining what happened to Piggy, who for some reason went to my school. I was saying that the ship was actually a secret submarine that had been built there on the Sound, that for some reason could fly.
Yeah, it was strange.
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Mikazuki
in September 27th, 2010 @ 13:53I had an odd dream last night…
My best friend was going to my school (She doesn’t in real life) and she kept losing her water bottle. Finally we gave up and went to a ski resort, where for some reason I was being chased by Princess_Magnolia. Then we ran by her room, and I saw a little crown and her name written on it, and I stopped, and then I was like… “Oh, you’re Princess_Magnolia” and she was like “Yup” and we all went sledding.
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Pseudonym
in September 27th, 2010 @ 18:36Last night I had a dream that an extremely annoying person who goes to my school was a MuseBlogger named Brad.
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bookgirl_me
in October 1st, 2010 @ 14:55Jeez, I’ve been having weird dreams lately… here are two of them:
1. (Name)’s new boyfriend
I was riding in a subway train and started walking along inside the train (**Note: I actually do this. I hate standing still when I’m nervous and I don’t much like taking the subway**). Suddenly, I met two of my friends and two other girls from school. M was standing further away, staying out of the whole thing and L and J were b****ing about I’s new boyfriend, even though he was sitting there with I right in front of them, holding hands with S. Then I realized that he was deaf and dumb and blind. This was also what L and J were criticizing, because they thought that he and I had no future. S. told them to let them be because they were in love and she didn’t care about his disability (I was surprised ’cause she’s Miss Superficial and not that intelligent either). None of us could talk to him, but she knew a sort of sign language.I wandered over to the window when the train pulled into a station overground. It stopped and I probably should have gotten out, but the sand people (you know, the guys who shoot at Anakin during the pod race) were camped out on a ledge overlooking the station and it was unclear if they would shoot. I wanted to go out and risk it because I was certain they wouldn’t, but my friends made it clear that they’d think me a lunatic if I did. One or two people walked/ran out and weren’t harmed before the train/subway sped out of the station. That’s when I saw G, a guy from my class stooped against a wind which caught his trench coat and I knew that he was doing something important and I that should/wanted to help him. I didn’t know where I was going or what I meant to do in the subway and probably before, but now I felt certain I had been meant to get out and embark on the quest with him, but the train was too fast now.
All the girls from my homeroom got out at the next station, and somehow I got stuck with S’s boyfriend and lost her and everyone else. So I ran through the station with him while he seemed to get younger and younger and was a little boy again. It was sort of wintery despite being underground and I was put in mind of one of those oil paintings with ice skaters skating on a pond in winter (you know, I forget who painted those paintings but he’s pretty famous). I started to feel all maternal because I felt I couldn’t just abandon him, even if I’d sort of botched the whole mission thing, but he was squirming and I didn’t know whatever the sign language was. So I brought him to this screen in the made (of the subway station) which was expressly made to communicate with people who are deaf & dumb & blind (somehow, it made perfect sense that it was there). He typed onto the screen “Who are you? Get away from me you weirdo!”. I was shocked and then somehow I and a few other random passerby transformed into some sort of manga heroines with the power to turn into flowers (I was the rose, there was a tulip and 2 others as well) and said we were here to help him. Then somehow he knocked us all out with his negative energy or whatever and started to kidnap us (apparently, he was neither blind nor deaf and also probably not S’s boyfriend) and that’s when I woke up.
2. Replay
In this dream, I woke up the next morning to find out I’d overslept. I’d stressed all night about the day, since it was my dad’s birthday and I’d bought the present at last minute and I was in charge of getting up early and of breakfast. I was so late that dad had eventually gotten up on his own, my sister was freaking out, we had no time to eat breakfast (not even the cake) and dad hated my present that I practically threw at him on my way out the door. Basically, everything I feared went wrong. Then, the dream paused and I went back too a black screen with white titles of different periods (school, chess club, breakfast) scrolled down chronologically (ones past the next one, ie not available ones, were gray), and I was offered the option to replay the morning or keep going. I replayed, but overslept again and only minor details changed. Exhausted, I didn’t replay a third time and kept going instead.During the school day, I got in trouble for coming late and talking during class, didn’t know the answers to most of the questions and received loads of homework which I didn’t know how to solve because I was practically sleepwalking. I had no idea where my classes were so I had to stick to my friends but I was to tired for a real conversation. My schedule was changed because some of my teachers where in France and the subjects that replaced the ones where the teacher was absent were always harder.
Before lunch, I was given the option to replay “school” or to keep going to “chess club”. I was so sick and tired that I asked to give up and said I’d cut chess, but that was no an available option. I couldn’t face school again and was sure I’d make it worse, but I had to chose an option and that wasn’t one.
Frustrated, I just asked to replay it all and woke up in bed, this time for real. At least I think so. I was all very, very vivid and all the facts were accurate.
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Randomosity101
in October 1st, 2010 @ 15:54That second dream sounds like you dreamed you were in a video game. But it sounds kind of odd…
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bookgirl_me
in October 2nd, 2010 @ 03:02It may have been the remaining influence of this awesome Harry Potter lego game I played with my friend on sunday… But it was really weird. Course, when I’m nervous about the next day I run through scenarios in my head so I guess I must have fallen asleep and let them take on a life of their own.
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Optimatum
in October 2nd, 2010 @ 07:45I had a dream about the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix video game once. I was in a corridor, but it was one that wasn’t in the game, and it and three others surrounded a sort of raised courtyard stage thing, and there was somebody on it talking to some people in the corridor. I heard someone call my name (I was Harry Potter) and I saw Dumbledore on a smaller raised area on the opposite side of the corridor next to a giant touch-screen plasma TV. A picture of a Dementor appeared on it and he asked me to cast a Patronus on it, so I waved my hand around, but it felt like I was moving a computer mouse (how spells are cast in the game) and I cast a Patronus at it. Dumbledore congratulated me and gave me a wand (yes, I had somehow cast a spell without one) and told me to go cast spells. I walked around the corner and a brick in the wall started glowing (in the game, things you can cast a spell on glow when you’re aiming at them), but I moved, and another brick in the floor started glowing. I started to cast a spell (again, it felt like I was moving a mouse, but it looked as though I was waving a wand), but I woke up.
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LittleBasementKitten
in October 2nd, 2010 @ 06:46Last night I had a really awesome dream. Okay, so I was on a bus, and for some reason I was back in 5th grade. But I was still 13. This made sense in the dream. So anyways, we were going somewhere, but kept stopping. I remember, me and my friends said, “Let’s get off next time it stops.” So we did, and the bus (which was pulled by a horse and looked more lie a trolley) tok off at amazing speeds.
We ran after it, because, you know, we were pissed that it’d left without us. My friend Ethiopia (not her real name) managed to get there first when it stopped again. The rest of us eventually got on, and we went on our merry way.
I remember we were at this awesome water park. You just rode around on slides that wove through the park and took you to your favorite rides. We had to change in the bus (with BOYS..!), but I felt okay because I was invisible.
After we changed, the teacher had to inspect us. It was a guy, and I had the very uncomfortable sensation of not having a top on because he was staring at my…boobs. I did, though, and he waved me off. The rest of the dream is just me having fun in the water park.
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Princess_Magnolia
in October 2nd, 2010 @ 07:43I had this insane dream that I got a tummy tuck. I woke up all freaked out.
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Enceladus
in October 2nd, 2010 @ 08:41Last night I had a pretty cool dream- my high school had been renovated/replaced. It was now two buildings, around the size it currently is. I got lost in one of them, so a teacher sent me up a huge clocktower type thing, made all of glass and metal, and I’m pretty sure there were some gears (Whee! I dreamed clockpunk!) in it. I reached to top, and had to walk across a huge sky-bridge to the other building. It was amazing, though I am pretty scared of heights. *shrug*
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Mikazuki
in October 4th, 2010 @ 13:40I had this dream I was with my friend, and we were both six, and I had transferred to Ashwood,which was in a giant tree, and we sat in a circle, and an annoying person was there, and we sang songs about rainbows to the kindergardeners… And I missed my laptop.
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Maths Lover ♥
in October 6th, 2010 @ 04:47Last night I had a surprisingly vivid dream– at least, I didn’t quite register I was dreaming like I often do, so I was pretty confused when I woke up. It started with me going to check the mail, and I got to the letterbox at the same time as some old lady neighbour who was sharing a letterbox with us. This made sense to me, I couldn’t remember which neighbour she was. We both had a lot of mail, so we were both clutching A3 size-ish packages (somehow these actually fit in the letterbox) when my mum came out. She started talking to the neighbour. Then I dreamed that the plasticine things I made years ago and still have in my room came alive and I eventually turned into one of them. I can’t remember what happened, but this part of the dream went on for a long time and felt pretty serious. I do know it was evening so the light was deep blue and I’d done something to feel vaguely guilty about, which everyone knew.
Then, I almost walked into the bathroom (the door was half open) and saw Captain Kirk in there. He looked just like he did in “The Enemy Within”(Season 1, episode 5, and I really hope I got that right) when Spock walks into his room to ask if he’s all right: shirtless, grinning, and with a towel. My dad appeared on the other side of me. This was somehow not weird, or creepy at all, and I somehow didn’t wonder if I’d turned into Spock or anything.
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LittleBasementKitten
in October 8th, 2010 @ 05:25I had a really weird dream/nightmare last night. Me and my mom were being chased or something. Anyways, we had to run inside this really overly-fancy hotel. Somehow we had a room there (2-second check in?) and went into the elevator. There were several other people there as well, including a personification of my character Roxxy.
Here comes the scary part: while all of us were crammed into the elevator, it broke. The ceiling partially caved in, and the lights went out. Strangely, the intercom was still okay, and it was someone saying random numbers softly.
I was in charge of the projector (?), which gave off most of our light. However, some fat lady had come out of nowhere and squished me into a corner with her huge bottom. I still managed the projector, though, and I wasn’t too creeped out.
Then I asked Roxxy how far we were from the exit, and she said “A foot. Two, tops,” just like I imagine Roxxy talking. Then I realized…who had pressed the “Emergency Call” button?
And then…I woke up. At 4:30 A.M. and now too creeped out of the dark to move except to turn my light on.
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Kittymine, OSW, with various characters on BA
in October 11th, 2010 @ 18:47For my psychology course, my professor had each of us keep a dream journal for about two weeks. It was a lot of fun – I found that I was remembering more of my dreams since I was making a conscious effort to recall them (ah, the power of suggestion!). Anyway, today we had a mini dream analysis session during the class. It was wild to see what we were all dreaming and what the dreams may have meant. I actually didn’t get a chance to say any of my dreams, but it was fun just the same.
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FantasyFan?!?!
in October 14th, 2010 @ 09:23I dreamed Lady Gaga had a time machine and I had to go with her in it to fix a time paradox that had been caused when I was younger and had time traveled in it to see her, leaving her only clue a cryptic comment. Teh time machine also served as an instant teleporter, but only to itself.
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vanillabean3.141
in October 19th, 2010 @ 19:33I had a dream about a new breed of moths that had clustered on my window. And then the dream changed to shopping at an outlet mall.
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in November 6th, 2010 @ 07:25OKAY SO. FIRST LUCID DREAM.
I was some sort of pirate in an After The End scenario where half the earth was a wasteland, and cities were abandoned and left to fall to ruin,. I had two kids in my crew: one spoke some other language, the other was tall, and both were boy.
So we’re wandering the abandoned subdivision for some reason.
And there’s another boy sitting on the lawn of the ‘house’ we just entered. There are skeletons in the yard (monkey), combined with a pink plastic pumpkin bucket sitting on it across from him.
We talk to him and recruit him, but I notice something about the house…
THIS IS MY HOUSE. AFTER. THE. END.
I promptly tell myself that it’s a dream, spaz, and exert control over it. Then we go inside for some reason, and it’s fine.
I tell my crewmate-the taller one-that he’s a dream. He’s not real. He takes it as well as can be.Somewhere in there, my dad showed up, gave us a riddle involving a ‘razor pumpkin’ (the pink plastic pumpkin bucket), and we hugged.
STILL.
I think I’m officially messed up when I’m imagining Apocalypse Now/After The End scenarios without my purposeful thought to do so, and my house is ruined with chibi skeletons in the yard.
…Then it segued into something else which was NOT lucid, but hey-this was nice.
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Spiritwitch
in November 6th, 2010 @ 07:38…”both were boy”? Being completely comatose isn’t an excuse to type that, me!
I’m an evil little kid and I’m gonna kill me!
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KaiYves- Go, STS-133!
in November 6th, 2010 @ 13:00I had a dream that I was in my aunt’s house, except it wasn’t like my aunt’s house really is. The decor had a Victorian tropical sort of theme, with faded pineapple-print wallpaper and things like that. And then I was in school, but not my real school, and we were eating lunch in a cafeteria sort of like the room where the Temple of Dendur is at the Met, and I was the only one looking out the big giant wall of windows.
Through the windows, I saw a plane making a turn, and then I saw it was a SpaceShipTwo. I said out loud “Wow, that’s in low. It almost looks like it’s going to crash-”
And it crashed somewhere off in the distance, and there was this explosion, so I was pulling my friends along to get to safety. While we were running, there was this shockwave that smashed the windows and sent glass everywhere. We ran to this place on a waterfront that had all of these little stores, including one selling athletic shoes. One of the stores was selling Virgin stuff and we ran in and shouted “Your spaceplane just crashed!” and the people were like “Oh, really?”
Then, my brother woke up really early for his football game and took a shower, so that woke me up until he was done. When I fell back asleep, I had a dream that this really scary vampire villainess was trying to kill everybody in my school, and I had to defeat her with improvised weapons.
I think, in order, I blew chalk dust in the bad girl’s face, making her cough and cover her eyes, threw a vinegar-filled water balloon in her face, swept her feet out from under her with a pool cue, and then sprayed her with a hose. It was actually pretty awesome.
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FantasyFan?!?!
in November 30th, 2010 @ 19:31I dreamed that I visited this rift in the earth that looked sort of like the zipper like San Andreas fault, but it wasn’t clear because of all the footprints on it. At the end of the fault there was this park/ scenic vista. There were Ancient Egyptian friezes, which was weird because i didn’t think ancient Egyptian friezes existed in Jordan, and elephants washing themselves, and weird earth mounds in the distance. Then the elephants and the polar bears started doing synchronized swimming and I was mistaken for Turkish.
It was a pretty interesting dream.
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Pie Girl ( is a failure.)
in November 30th, 2010 @ 20:59I had a dream that Amgel and I were friends, and she went to check to see if Sean liked me, and she said that he had the WHEE facto. Then I said, this is just a dream. She said that it wasn’t, and to check Fangsblog, the erasers came to getme, and Iggy was revealedto be Sean! And Piggy ensued. ( That sounded REALLY disturbing. I mean Pie Girl+ Iggy.Yes, I do have a weird and disturbing mind. Thanks for asking!)
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Beedle the Bard
in November 30th, 2010 @ 22:43I had a dream that there was a zombiepocalypse (too much of The Walking Dead) and I had to hide in my chicken coop. Then, a zombie got my brother because some idiot left the door opened. Oh well.
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Trojan Tiger
in December 3rd, 2010 @ 20:16I had a dream I could fly. Then I flew over this town that was having a war-ish thing happening. Then I could make telepathic bubble shield things and made them around me and 2 other random people, and one person who I remember to be the mayor of the town. Then the mayor started to swell up, and I had to keep making my bubble bigger, until he exploded. Right when I woke up. It was really weird. No one has posted in two days… no dreams to share? I hate being the last person to post on a topic…
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Kittymine, OSW, with various characters on BA
in January 6th, 2011 @ 16:44Oh my goodness me, I just experienced severe Déjà vu! I was working on the faculty pages in the yearbook room. As I feathered the edges of the principal’s picture, I remembered a dream I had had, weeks before I was assigned the faculty pages, where I was feathering all of the pictures! It was really creepy!
As for other recent dreams, I dreamed that I was back at day camp, but I wasn’t acutally working. One of my old counselors (from when I was 7) was there, looking as she does today (i.e. married). She had a bunk of 7 year olds and was holding her baby at the same time, saying, “The kids will just love playing with her.” Very odd.
I sure hope that CPR class doesn’t give me nightmares….
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FantasyFan?!?!
in January 13th, 2011 @ 11:23I dreamed that I was in New York City talking to a woman who had for some reason decided to name her daughter Alarma. In my dream, I was trying to figure out how it could be spelled to be less horrible of a name (like Alyrma) and trying to hint to the mother that Alarma was not exactly the best name out there and trying to figure out if perhaps Alarma was a special cultural name or something. Then my mom woke me up.
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Princess_Magnolia
in January 13th, 2011 @ 18:43I dreamed I met Clare de Lune and she was wearing a black miniskirt.
I dreamed I found a two dollar bill.
I dreamed I rode on the back of a talking elephant.
I dreamed I was friends with Daniel Radcliffe. ( I was upset when I woke up. )
I dreamed I spit gum into my trombone mouthpiece by accident.
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Radiant_Darkness
in January 13th, 2011 @ 20:00This better not have been one dream.
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Princess_Magnolia
in January 16th, 2011 @ 12:37It wasn’t.
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shadowfire
in January 13th, 2011 @ 20:49The thought of her in a black miniskirt is truly terrifying.
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POSOC
in January 13th, 2011 @ 21:56How so?
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shadowfire
in January 13th, 2011 @ 23:08You don’t know her. I do. Believe me.
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Clare de Lune
in January 16th, 2011 @ 15:38Trust me. It’s more terrifying for me.
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Mikazuki
in January 13th, 2011 @ 20:40I dreamed a really, really creepy zombie dream.
Me, my friend, a guy, a leader, and an old woman are travelling up the mountain to find the dragons. It’s getting dark and we want to go to sleep for the day. We find a trailer with one room still intact. We open the door, but there is already about seven people in it. “Close the door!” They scream. “Close the door!”
It’s dark now, as the sun finally dips behind the horizon. We hear this horrible sound, like ThWAk…ThWAk…ThWak… and we hurry inside, because it’a apparent there’s danger.
A zombie starts staggering towards us, its face pale and pasty. The woman in charge of the group screams and beats it back with a knife, finally cutting off its head, while we close and barricade the door. More zombies scratch against it, but we’re safe…for now. The woman offers us a place to stay and we gratefully accept.
The old woman that we are travelling with shivers, and falls. They place a blanket over her and look worried, telling us that it’s a fever.
“I’m so cold,” She mumbles. A woman, also huddled under a blanket, with dark hair and pale skin, grins creepily. “I know,” She says. “I feel it too.”
When we wake up it’s late afternoon and we’ve lost a day. We say we’ll stay here another night, and the leader-woman nods. We eat and look out the window. We inquire where the zombies went.
“Into the shadows,” She tells us. “They don’t like light so much.”
We look again and we see grinning, flaky, pasty, white faces looking out from the shadows.
The old woman we’re travelling with is not doing so well. Now she’s cold instead of hot and no matter how many blankets we pile on top of her, she’s still pale and clammy.
I notice another woman, a pile of bones, huddled in the corner. I wonder out loud how long the fever has had her.
“Five months,” The woman said. “She got it right after we left the village, after the first strands of zombie infection gripped the mountainside. But she’s fighting it, brave little soldier.”
The dark haired woman in the middle of the room sits up. “It’s coming,” She rasps. “I feel it.”
The leader-woman looks worried and starts towards her. “Maybe you should…”
She doesn’t finish, mainly because the woman’s arm shoots out and grabs her ankle. The old woman we were travelling with sits up too, and the woman in the corner. Their faces are white and flaky, like the zombies.
About now all hell breaks loose. This part is the blurriest, but it’s full of fighting and terror. After the zombies are killed, in the mad scramble and terror of zombies among us, the door is somehow opened- and because it’s dark now, the zombies are awakening. The fights break out, and the fact that zombification happens when a human gets infected with zombie fluids such as saliva is realized. Several people have to be killed, and everyone is screaming. All of the zombies are killed now (or so we think) and people are panicing, checking everyone for zombie bites or wounds and crying and screaming that Big Jim is going to come.
“Who’s Big Jim?” I ask.
The head of the zombies, powerful and evil and giant.
I slip outside and see on the porch, a woman from inside- although she got out- sobbing and holding onto a pile of zombified flesh that apparently was her husband. “He” isn’t attacking her, but he makes a lunge for me.
Now, at his point, I have a dagger and a sword.
I take the dagger and try to behead him, but the woman grabs the blade and flings it away. I pull out my sword and behead both of them in one swipe, which may seem a bit heartless/too easy, but. It’s a dream.
My sword is slippery with zombie guts, and it flies out of my hand. I notice a big, hulking black sillouette (spelling…?) by the edge of the clearing. I know this must be Big Jim.
Anyway, this would be where the terrifying fear sets in. I’m so scared, I can’t think straight. I don’t even know why. I run back inside the trailer and start yelling “Big Jim is coming! I need a weapon!” over and over again, getting more hysterical each time. Everyone has gathered he’s coming and is backing against the wall. I keep screaming “I need a weapon!”, terrified, but it doesn’t seem to do anything. I’m still drowning in icy fear.
I grab a staple out of the wall. (Don’t ask. I don’t know either. Although I do know that it’s a big staple, like a garden staple or something…) and straighten it.
Big Jim’s hulking mass is outside the door now, which I can see through the glass pane.
For a moment, I’m frozen, then I plunge my arm through the glass with the staple and pierce his heart.Wow. That was a lot more than I meant to type. This was a very vivid dream, as you can probably tell if you bothered to read that which I doubt you did, and I don’t blame you. Sorry.
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Tesseract
in January 13th, 2011 @ 20:49I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”
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And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
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