Bittersweet Candy Bowl

So we’re all crazy people in these here forums, right? No? Just me? Aww…
Well, anyways, I was just wondering what you guys dream of. What does your psyche provide you for nighttime entertainment?

Last night after a Skype session, I had this dream:

I was driving a bus headed for Monte Crisco because I heard that there was a stage show going on there looking for new talent. Halfway down the road, my passengers start making tons of noise. Toasty and Lisa started an all out brawl in the back using the boxing ring that Maverick fashioned for them out of the bus seats. I get up from the wheel to inspect everything. There was a disco ball fixed to the ceiling of the bus and everything suddenly became the 70’s. Toasty was wearing bellbottoms, had an afro, and was shirtless. He shaved his chest hair into the letter “F”. Lisa was wearing a hippie outfit. Just before the fight could get to brutal, all of a sudden, the referee, Taeshi, started sobbing uncontrollably. We tried to figure out why, but she sprouted five more sets of arms and started pointing at everything.

I looked in one of the directions where she was pointing. The front of the bus was gone and instead of an exit, there was a dinosaur with the face of my BFF. He pulled out a banjo and asked me if I had some time to listen to his story. We all gathered around him and he told us of how he saved the kingdom from the combined forces of Hitler and Robin Hood. Right when he started giving a speech about the fragility of life, I looked over across the audience and noticed Morgan Freeman nodding his head in approval.


And then I woke up.

Your turn!!!

I can’t remember dreams, sadly.

I remember my dreams quite easily.





It’s forgetting them that is hard…

I dream about drinking chocolate milk for a full 30 minutes I guess

There’s one dream I haven’t forgotten. I think I had it when I was 4 or 5 or something. It’s pretty short. That or I’ve forgotten parts of it.

It starts off as a normal day. Me, my family and my cousins were at the local mall doing whatever when suddenly, nighttime comes in. It didn’t bother any of us until the lights started to flicker in the mall. This worried me. And as cliche as this sounds, a creepy tune started to come up and some guy in a jumpsuit, wearing a mask, with a chainsaw, started chasing us. We ran as fast as we could and eventually evaded his terror. We stopped by a nearby escalator to take a rest from all the running when suddenly, my uncle’s beeper rang saying “Alexander is near.” Everyone just ran again, this time out of the mall. Near the end of the dream, I was alone (I think) outside by the parking lot of the mall, leaning my back against a tree because of exhaustion.

And it ends there. I never had a follow-up to the dream and it never came back. It just stuck to my mind even up to this day.

Speaking of dreams, many of my good ones were just interrupted by the early wake up calls I get during the weekdays because of school. I try to keep them in my mind by just thinking about it as I bathe and walk to the station to hopefully remember it and dream about them again (or continue them) the next time I sleep, but that sadly never happens.

Most of my dreams are forgotten.

The one that I remember the best is this:

I am preparing for school and leaving the apartment and going down the stairs. After going down countless stairs I get to this strange floor full of dogs. At the end there is only darkness and some king of wire. When i go to examine the wire it grabs me by the leg and pulls me in the darkness. The next thing i know I’m in the first Super Mario Bros game in level 1-2 where i get killed by the first goomba. I die exactly like Mario and then wake up.

Heh, I remember some dreams well enough, others I remember the gist but not the whole thing. Most of the time my dreams don’t include me. it’s odd.

like that dream I had of the powerpuff girls as teenagers and I was running around with them. Blossom was missing, Buttercup was a bum, and Bubbles was a pokemon trainer who had a scyther as her best friend and I was traveling around with them, Professor Utonium needed me to gather the girls up and fight some villian who kinda looked like an evil me, or him. Don’t remember.

ALSO, I had a dream in the graphics of dead rising, in the willimete mall. I remember there being a security guard in a garage, two sports casters in the offices and like, a little girl used as a runner between the two. Someone gave her a message and it like, hinted at shadows of the sportscasters for abit and went to something else then it came back and showed the message undelivered on the ground and the room to the sportscasters open, with them zombified, and the girl limping along. Then, in poor graphics, it zoomed in on her face and it was like Lisa Trevor from Resident Evil.

I woke up with a start from that feeling like I’d vomit, took some pepto pills and went back to sleep.

Meh, most go forgotten, and what few i remember for any length of time have already started to vanish from my memory.

A recurring dream i’d had once was me running through this sort of mansion courtyard maze of some sort. No idea why.

Another one I had once was where I was staggering around trying to get away from Nightmare from Soul Calibur, who was on a particular mean streak. For some reason there were Power Rangers in the background.

Something else i feel needs to come up here: have you ever slightly extended a dream into the ringing of your alarm? An example sticks into my brain where i was looking at myself in the third person in front of the stairs that led up to my room. My alarm starts to ring, i pause, say “Gotta go” to the other people in the room. I run up, then i wake up and turn the alarm off. AWESOME.

@DavCube
Not really by your example, but I do manage to extend dreams when I wake up from the cold. There are times that I wake up multiple times and sleep again just so I can continue the dream, but then I worry about the time which forces me to get out of bed, walk a few paces out of the room and check the clock. The worrying and walking leads me to really wake up and ultimately forget about the dream. It’s just annoying seeing the clock earlier than you expect it to be.

I’ve got one or two of these saved. Might as well share.

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Dreamscape: From Crime To Politics

Let me set the scene here. I’m in my friend Scythe’s car. In the car with me are: Scythe (Driving), Wraith, Jade, Max and a girl whom I do not recognize as anyone I’ve ever met before. We are driving to her house, and along our way I have it explained to me that we are planning to break into her house. I don’t know why we’re doing this, but apparently we are meeting a professional there…

So we arrive, and lo and behold, we meet a man clad in dark clothing and the traditional balaclava. He breaks in through the front door (I assume he picked the lock), and we’re in. Now he starts to loot, being a burglar and all. And so does everyone else. Myself included I think… And it isn’t long before the mysterious girl’s mother shows up. A very large woman in a flannelet dress who looks like she just stepped out of a Monty Python skit, minus the rolling pin and hair curlers.

We are all escorted outside and she demands that we all open our bags. I slip away back to the car, to double check that I didn’t steal anything, and it seems that my bag has nothing of hers in it. Which is odd because I’m sure that I had robbed her just about as blind as everyone else. She starts to tell everyone just how disappointed she is with them all, and how they’re all banned from her home (I can’t tell if this is supposed to apply to her daughter). Then she comes over to me, and I brace for impact. But it doesn’t come. There is no assault on my person, verbally or physically. She instead tells me how she’s heard wonderful things about me, and that she loves my guitar playing. In the dream, it seems that I have indeed played a guitar, but apparently I only know two songs, which I mumble under my breath.

So she then gathers us all in Scythe’s car (but for some reason leaves Scythe behind), and we start driving. Now, this is a bit worrying at this point. It’s kind of Mafia like… “Let’s go for a little ride” sort of thing. We’re driving, and she starts to sing a little. I don’t recognize the song, but in all likelihood, it’s just the song that was playing on my radio in the real world.

We start to drive along a road that is elevated above a field off to our left. The drop is about as high as the car’s hood is to the ground, and it’s a shear drop. And whether intentionally, or through lack of decent driving ability, we go over this small drop. Somewhat uneventful, but we get out and realize that the car is incapable of driving back up the drop, and for some reason, no one thinks to drive around…

The first time lapse occurs, and I find myself on a futuristic looking white train with just Max and Jade. Max get’s up and presses a big blue button labeled “Thank You”, which lights up blue happily. He then turns to Jade and get’s shitty at him for not pressing it.

The second time lapse happens, and I find myself arriving at a train station with my bike, meeting up with Max and Jade who also have bikes (This seems irrelevant, but I’m leaving in every detail). We get on another futuristic train, and Max scowls at Jade, who get’s up and hit’s 3 different Thank You buttons.

The third and final time lapse passes, and we find ourselves at a UN Senate sort of place. Out of nowhere, the mother from earlier approaches us. Seems that she’s the president of the world or something, and she wants me to replace her last senator. She then turns to the floor in the center of the building at the bottom of the ‘senate’ circular room thing. As she tells me each group that’s voting for me, they all turn over these card’s that make a big picture of their logo (much like sports fans sometimes do at sporting events).

Once it’s clear that I’ve won the votes, a new man starts to approach, holding something in his hands, and holding his elbows out for some reason. There is also a very large cog/gear thing that is spinning next to him and hitting his right elbow constantly. This is making his left elbow flick back repeatedly due to what he’s holding.

It is at this point that Scythe comes up the stairs, yelling angrily at us. “What the hell did you do with my car?!” He climbs the stares until he is along side the other man, and get’s smacked repeatedly in the face by his elbow, which does nothing to dissipate his shouting. He in fact looks much like a robot that’s going haywire, twitching and convulsing. Suddenly, the man ducks, and a large pole swings around the cog, and it cleanly removes the section of Scythe’s forehead from his hairline down to his eyes, leaving the top ‘cap’ to fall back down onto the rest of his head. This does not stop his shouting either, but now he seems to have lost the ability to form coherent sentence structures. “You, did, car, what!?” etc.

And then I awaken from my sleep. Feeling very confused. It’s one of the weirder dreams I’ve had in a long time…

Ugh, most of my dreams are just nightmares.

I remember this one dream where I fighting that one amature champion that I was ranting about in the drama board. It started out like how every match starts, we both walk out of our locker rooms into the stadium with whatever entrance we had. For some reason, everyone was cheering my opponent like he was the prophet, and when I walked out everyone started booing me for no reason. I ignored it, but it still struck a blow to my pride. We got into the ring, and the announcer introduced us. then the gong sounded and we began the fight, and I know that you can’t feel pain in dreams, but every one of his punches hurt way more then they should. It felt like someone was hitting me with an iron pole everytime he tapped my face, and all of my punches where just brushed off. He managed to knock me down three times in the first round without even trying, and instantly the crowd went into an uproar, cheering him with everything they got and booing me like I was a spawn of the devil. They began throwing trash and other things into the ring at me, laughing every time one of them hit. The entire audience was pointing and laughing, and I try to leave the ring but everytime I get blown back onto my back, and everytime it happened everyone just laughed harder. Eventually I’d just break down into tears right in front of everyone, their faces deforming into demon like structures: oversized mouths, sharp cheek bones, they didn’t even look human but that didn’t stop them from ridiculing me…

It’s the same thing everytime: I’d wake up near screaming in a cold sweat, it’d be two in the morning, and I can’t fall back to sleep… and when I think about it, I really don’t want to.

My dreams are random and I can’t remember them at this time.
But every once and a while I dream of this random event and I alternated control from myself to a main character who was there for no reason.

Last dream i had i was boxing me T while a referee in a powdered wig watched from one of those lifegaurd chairs you see at the beach

Well, the weirdest dream I ever had was probably the one where me and my friends battled against robot farmers and cowboys in the year 3201 using a vacuum cleaner, a teacup, 5 bags of sugar and half a cat. We went to their fortress in the sky (which strangely turned into space) which was shaped like a giant farmer. We started killing them all until we reached a room (according to the P.A, it was the boss fight) where we battled a giant 3 headed house (one head was a cow, one a sheep and one was just a hat with a neck). Once we defeated it, giant letters proclaiming “YOU WON!” came from the ceiling and landed on us and then I woke up to the sound of Journey.

And that’s why I never eat chocolate before going to sleep any more.

One time my friends and I did a l4d 12 hour marathon over XBL. Then I dreamed about this awesome zombie apocalypse where my friends and I are all at school. I’m still not sure how I remember it this vividly.

I started out alone, with a revolver. Six shots. I had to use those and a baseball bat to find the rest of my group. I saw them all together holding out against a massive army of zombies, one blasting a shotgun, another tearing them up with a machine gun, one fighting the zombies with hand to hand, one using A FLAMETHROWER and the last using a beam of energy to blast the zombies away. We go around our school (which is now massive in size) trying to find an exit. At one point my friend (who happens to use this forum) gets bitten by a zombie. I ask “What should we do to help him?” and the one that fought using hand to hand was like, “I know how to fix this.” and shoots the one that got bitten in the arm in the face. So then we find an exit, and there’s two school buses. One is full of women and the other is full of ammunition. Three of us run towards the one with the girls and it promptly explodes. The dream ends as we’re all locked and loaded on the bus, and the sound of the engine stuttering and then starting sound alot like my alarm clock-AWAKE.

I had a sex dream about my brother’s girlfriend.

thats natural, if your around an attractive nonrelated member of the opposite sex your bound to have a dream like that, simple attraction being displaced no need to worry

It was still pretty awkward next time I saw her. xD

no doubt, you could always ask your brother how close to reality your dream was LOL

“Hey bro, so, uh, how does your girlfriend trim her hedges?”

Yeah… no, that ain’t gonna happen.

“hey is she such a squeler in real life as well? because when we performed the mississppi meat hat manuever she…(Pow)..ugh”

yeah might be a good idea not to mention that

i also keep haveing a strange dream of myself sleeping, not the most exciteing dream

Last night, he was making fun of my favorite bands and I started pounding my fist into my palm and said, “Choose your next words carefully or I might have to fall to the floor painfully clutching my stomach.” He used to be a competitive weightlifter.

But yes, she is a squealer. I hang out as a third wheel all the time with them, they both encourage it, but I can still hear them if they neglect to shut the living room door. He just learned the lesson I learned a looooong time ago. You shut two doors so you can hear your or your girlfriend’s family coming from a distance.

It’s cute, they’ve been together for, like, two years and they’re still doing good but she’s moving to Lubbock and we live in Dallas. I think I’d be sad too if they broke up.

Once had a strange dream where I was walking along in a city built on a bridge above an active volcano, (no one seemed to mind the heat) when who suddenly appeared but Voldemort. He laughed in a wicked manner, drew his wand, yelled something (for some reason the words didn’t make sense to me) and called upon the volcano to fry the city. I ran and found a door which warped me to a rock far above the city and got a great vivid, view of the whole city being engulfed by lava. Than Voldemort suddenly appeared before me again, said something else, rose his wand…and I drew out a pistol and shot him.

Still remember that from 5 years ago. I have strange dreams

xD He got owned in your dream.

Eh, I rarely dream. People tell me that everyone dreams every night, and that we just don’t remember our dreams. But the way I see it they’ve never checked to see whether I dream every night, and since my sleep is mostly just hours wasted in blackness I see no reason to believe the scientific profession. ^_^

I do remember two quite strange dreams in particular, though. Well, those and a nightmare, but I really don’t like thinking about that one.

I’ve already told someone here about this first one, although I am not sure when and where and who. But what happens is that… well, my high school featured about a 100 people. It was a boarding school, even, so we were a tight group. One night I dreamed that *cough*mycrush*cough*, who went to the same class as me, was sent to jail because of a cold. Yes, a boy sent to jail because he had a cold. So I’m lying heartbroken in my room, for about a minute. Then suddenly there’s a commotion outside my window. There, a lively procession is carrying the very person *cough*I’minlovewith*cough* to me. I run outside, and we embrace. I’m still wishing for that to happen in real life, though with less of the drama.

…Oh, allow me to be a girl every now and then, will you? ^_^

The second dream lacks a lot of substance, but there are three things I remember. First, four of my best friends were in it, two of each gender. And all of them were from my high school. Secondly, we lived in the back of a garbage truck, though that didn’t bother us at all. Thirdly, one of them (you know, my… *blush* (^_^)) had injured his legs somehow, and had to use oversized violin bows to walk around. And then he talked to the driver of the garbage truck.

Hee. Nothing of this even compares to Gabriel’s dream.

D’awwwww n_n

You’re right, it is fun to make that sound!

Uh huh. :]

God, my dreams are freeeeeeaky!
There was one I had a few years back where my dad and I were escaping from this amusement park for some reason. We were in a pick-up truck, just driving along, when all of a sudden he transforms into Freddy Kruger and stabs me in the gut with a pole. I pull it out, then I jump out of the car and hit the ground rolling. Freddy, oddly enough, didn’t turn around and come back to finish me off. And that’s all I remember.

Damn it, Taysh. I was looking forward to putting stickers on you that said “sinner.” xD

You ruined my fun.

We could still put a giant red “A” on you. It stands for “Ace Artist.”

I… I HAD A GIRLFRIEND!?


TAESHI DREAMS THE IMPOSSIBLE~~~~~

LOL

I’m no Liam.

Also, if I were to drive you to my apartment, I’d probably just get the thing and then cook something real quick.

Wait, I have an apartment?

Just imagine dreaming someone dropping down through the ceiling with a tommy gun and a machete, shoots everyone and chops off a couple of heads, and attempts to jump out the window, and instead, fails and he himself breaks like glass. then, someone else pops his head into the room and starts handing out lollipops, and everyone breaks out into dancing, even the headless people.

then ya wake up! break out the lolz, k peeps?

by the way, is it normal to just randomly dream about a girl you havent seen or thought about for 5 years?

@Teh Sora: Sure it is. I still dream about this one girl named Michaela.

ok, now i feel less awkward, thanks, kaxbe

I’ll post the other interesting one I have laying around. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good messed up dream…

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Dreamscape: The Future Of The Military?

This dream is a sequel to one I’ve had before. Or at least it feels that way. I may have just been given that impression by the dream itself. But the gist is that I’m living in a world where I go to school underwater. For some reason only the children and the school staff can breath underwater, as when the ‘narrator’ explained that the only thing more terrifying than a military attack was seeing your parents at your school, to which I immediately responded by swimming down into a fully submerged classroom where I could safely avoid their scrutiny.

I meet a girl who is a sort of lizard/dragon woman. I get a lovely narrated flashback detailing that she was adopted by a similar, rich woman, who had asked the orphanage for a child who ‘looks rich’. We fast become friends, and participate in something where these giant ball/wheel things roll down a hill with people in them, only while we’re doing it, we unleash too many, and the entire underwater street is trampled. The girl gets in trouble, and I’m left wondering just where the hell my camera was at a time like this.

After a brief interlude, we jump forward some time. The girl has been kidnapped, and I’m in the military, charged with the task of saving her. We get to some mountain, and I think to myself “Ugh. I’ve already done this level.” so I load my previous save and go from there. Now we’re sitting in a rescue boat, the girl finally safe with us… We’re in a cave under the mountain, and my teammates are trying to work out what to do. The achievement “Frenzied” pops up, congratulating me for having killed the deadly hoard of undead in that level, but I think little of it. I’d gotten this before…

So we seem to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or more accurately, a lava pit and a storm. Our boat rocks with the unstable waters, which for some reason mix seamlessly, and the lava is just really hot, not skin searing as it should be. I look out to sea and turn to my partners. “Oh here we go! I love this part. Hang on tight when the wave hits”. The seem to ignore my ‘precognition and we drive the boat out of the cave. Suddenly a huge wave sweeps under us, hitting the mountain, and for some reason throwing back a tidal wave. We are scooped up by this, and carried far far away from the mountain.

We jump through a loading screen, and are treated with a short shot of out parents worried about us, thinking we’ll never get home. Cut back to us, and we’ve come ashore, and waiting for us is Cornell Roy Campbell. He thanks the stars that we made it back alive, but tells us there’s one more mission we must undertake to get home. He tells us to set up camp just over this hill, and so we move to the location and set up beds. As we do, one of my team pulls out his gun (No one else has theirs yet as we left them back up the hill for some reason&hellip and aims at someone down the hill. Campbell tells us not to fire unless fired upon, and sure enough a round whizzes past, so he kills the guy. I run up the hill and grab my gun, letting rounds fly into my opponent, but it seems that they are unaffected. I look down and realize that my gun is set to training mode, and so it’s harmlessly shooting blanks. I try to switch it to regular gun mode, but the switch comes out of the gun. We are quickly rescued by Campbell and he is very disappointed in me.

I decide I hate where that path is going, so I load the game again back in the cave in order to get a better score, and everything happens the same. Now when we start to set up beds, I per-emptively go back and get my gun and switch it to kill. Now I go back to the beds, and this time we aren’t attacked immediately. But there IS a woman in the guy next to me’s bed. I draw my gun on her, and she assures me she’s a prostitute, and he tells me he hired one. She starts to go down on him, and he makes odd noises. I look a bit closer, and it turns out she’s biting down hard on his dick. So I shoot her in the head, because she must be with the enemy. Her friend sighs, and goes to pull a gun, and I go to shoot her, but hear a click. I realise my gun is set to single shot, and have to cock it again. I do so and shoot the woman, quickly resetting it to full auto.

I get to the top of the hill, and look back. Some enemies are coming at us from behind camp so I put them down easily now that my gun works right. I turn around, and find myself in a house on the hill now. I start to pick off enemies. They start to fire back, and then shit gets weird. “They have clerics!” I shout as I put a few more rounds into one of two healers who are casting cure on each other. A mage (think Vivi from FFIX) throws a fireball at me and I shoot him dead. Then I fire upon a guy wearing a big iron vest with a picture of a bomber man bomb on it, and he laughs as the bullets fail to do anything. A team mate yells “You’ve gotta kill his defense first!” and throws a bomber man bomb at him, which when exploding, spins his chest plate around and exposes his soft underbelly. “Seriously guys? Who throws a bomb?” the guy asks annoyed, and I drop a few rounds in his chest and kill him.

The battle rages on for a bit longer, but suddenly tanks pull over the hill. I go to map view (like in Advanced Wars) and see we have none. “Shit.” is all I can say before the tanks unload on us, and we all die. I get the option of loading or quitting, and I select quite. I then wake up.

there shouldve been a giant tower that you could blow up so it would drop on top of the tanks, then you wouldve won, but instead, you just lost the game. congrats.

look at all these walls of text about where peoples brains take them when they sleep

now tell us about your mother

;D

@Maverik
What. The. Fuck. Was that?
Also, I read that as “Colonel Roy Mustang” for a sec…

I don’t dream often. But when I do, it’s either a really awkward and uncomfortable situation, or it’s really bizarre and fucked up like the two I posted here

I’ve mastered the ability to fly in my dreams so well that I can fly in any dream that doesn’t take place in a room, because effectively nothing exists outside the one room.

Almost forgot: “TINY MINISKIRTS!”

These dreeeeeeeams go on when I close my eyes.
Every second of the night, I live another life

I can hear the bad singing through the keyboard, it will haunt my dreams tonight

I’d keep going… but I don’t have the heart. >:3

*pulls out crossbow, points it at Jerk* keep it up and you won’t have a heart

…Why am I getting Celine Dion from your singing? 0_o

@ (nameless): I am awesome at this game.

@ TCN: Your mind is filling in the blanks with worst-case scenarios.

Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear!
Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!
Whereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeever you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare!
Iiiiiiiiii believe that, the heart does, go ooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!