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my dreams are really long for some reason, would be too tl;dr
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Just a few hours ago, had some Inception-like thing. The general theme seemed to be that some uber-hacker mastermind decided to hack everything, and I had to stop him - if connected properly, I would in theory be able to connect to cyberspace while dreaming. So with some of my relatives we got on a jeep and started running away from his henchmen while doing the preparations. Finally, when everything was ready, they lowered one of the seats so I could sleep comfortably, and I fell asleep.
The point of view changed to one of my relatives, so I could drive the car, and feed myself hotdogs through a tube (wut) because I was sleeping for a very long time.
Meanwhile, in the dreamworld… or cyberspace within the dreamworld (I'll just call it level 2) I fought against his protection programs that looked like random girls and lolis to distract me. Apparently I won, and woke up in my house - there were a lot of computers around, and I felt totally stiff and drained from the long slumber. I slouched to one of the people who helped me, and saw him typing something on the screen - that hacker mastermind was still there, but he couldn't do anything now (he also had a screen nickname of Kira, lol). We had a chat with him about how he will come back and what is life… and I woke up.
I was riding around a town on a monorail train. I realized I needed to get off at a certain stop, but the doors shut before I could and I got frustrated because I would have to ride all the way around the track to get back. I walked through the car to complain to the driver.
Later, some other person and I were climbing a mountain at Philmont Scout Ranch in the middle of the night. We weren't supposed to be doing this, but my companion was very excited. We finally reached a rocky plateau at the top, but staff members were waiting to catch us and we had to run away back down the mountain.
Later still, I had a device which could change the time of day by pushing "up" or "down" buttons. I pushed the up button a few times, advancing time, and watched the sky change. Then I got on my bike and started riding around. I ended up on a road so high up that long clouds hung just below either side of the path. By then it was sunset, and I became so absorbed in the pretty pink glow on top of the clouds that I wrecked my bike and nearly fell off the mountain.
Finally, I ended up back at my house, where I hauled my bike up into the elevated deck that's all that's left of my childhood treehouse. I advanced time to midday, with a very vivid shade of blue, then nighttime. I lay down and watched the moon, then started looking up information about it somehow and discovered it would be full in less than a week.
Just before I woke up, this whole adventure became a story I had posted on an erotic web site, and I was reading the members' reviews of it. Most of them liked it, although one person criticized it for some reason having to do with anime. Strangely, even though my alarm woke me up at this point, I kept "reading" the reviews in my head.
This was probably the prettiest dream I've had in a while — lots of bright colors. Also, very long. It was nice…
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By far the most disturbing dreams i had:
-One day i thought it was a good idea to eat a bunch of chicharron, the next day my stomach was like a motherfucking war zone. Anyways, i never got disturbing dreams while asleep and sick, just some annoying dreams like some sort of sound repeating infinitely and forcing me wake up. But this dream was different, it was an hellish landscape (you know, fire, lava, red ground, smoke, dead trees)fading out and a demonic face made out of corpses appearing, like some sort of unholy and twisted mosaic.
-Like a week later, i had this dream, it was not scary at all, just disturbing and somewhat sad. It was like some king of war documentary reporting the suffering of a bunch of children in a small village were a bomb detonated. The children were really injured and burned, but injured to the point that you could see their ribs and internal organs, burned faces,a kid even had his lower half of the body totally destroyed and just a bunch of bones could be seen. But all the children react to it like nothing at all happend to them, the mortally injured (at least they looked in that way)were just standing or sitting on the ground acting like normal kids with nothing to worry about.
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I thought of a more recent one, its wrestling related which is kind of funny.
- Me, my brother, and our friend were at some sort of fancy resturant with CM Punk(Pictured) and his friend Colt Cabana. All of us ordered burgers but when the waiter left a bunch of mafia dudes ran out of the kitchen and started shooting at us for no raisin! We jumped out of the resturant through the wall (LOL WAT) and weren't being chased I guess. We walked forever and a day and then my brother and friend got ran over by a truck or some shit. Then Colt said fuck this and flew away. All my teeth fell out and I woke up… Yeah I dunno what the fuck that was about.
Dreamed Jimi Hendrix taught me to play a bunch of songs (all in A pentatonic minor). Was very miffed when I woke up and they were just nonsense.
Also, I found prototypes for the unreleased Mega Drive version of Time Trax and its Tim Follin soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GqyEbu8cmMg
). All in all, a very disappointing morning to wake up to.
Sorry, I just woke up.
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I had another one of my crazy jumping dreams last night. I was running around the department store of a mall, jumping to heights of more than 50 feet in the air. I could jump so high I could push up on the ceiling tiles. I took a short break to look at some winter jackets in the store. Then I resumed my madness, running out into the mall and doing slam-dunks in the air. I realized that I was famous for this and reminisced about being interviewed about my jumping ability. I met some friends who were chilling in the food court and one of them started asking my questions about the Wu-Tang Clan. It was a cool dream.
I had a dream that Jigen from Lupin III and I were in the ocean, trying to escape this giant worm/water monster thing. We weren't swimming so much as we were running and jumping with decreased gravity.
The Titanic was chugging along on the water above us, and after a bunch of hopeless running with the monster close on our tail, I had an idea. I swam/jumped up to the ship, pulled open this sort of flap that was on the bottom of it, and let all the ocean water surge into the ship. The ship sank into the water and landed right on top of the monster, killing it. After it died, all the water drained out of the ocean, and I remember seeing Jigen sit there trying to catch his breath, and thinking, "wait, Jigen can breathe air?!" because apparently I thought we were mermaids that could only breathe water, or something.
You heard it here first, folks. Jigen and I were the ones that sunk the Titanic, not an iceberg.
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I remember several dreams I had about Libyan leader Colonel Qaddafi during the civil war. He was a nice guy and not as bad as the media portrays him. I wanted to save him from the imperialists and terrorists but unfortunately I wasn't, not in my dreams or real life
I once dreamt that I lived in Ancient China. Everybody lived happily under the rule of the local magistrate, Darth Vader, except for the Yakuza. One day, the Yakuza decided to harass the restaurant beside my house. As a good and upstanding citizen, I went to plead for assistance from Darth Vader. We went back to the restaurant in his chariot, which was not pulled by any horses (must have ran on the force), after which we kicked the asses of the Yakuza. Fearing for my life, my family and Darth Vader told me to climb and hide in a twenty -storey 'Butterfly Tower', which looked just like a pagoda. After climbing about 15 storeys, I noticed there was a elevator and that the 15th storey was a carpark. Each floor was crowded with hobos for some reason, who mostly sat in a corner wearing their hooded jackets. On this floor, however, a bunch of them came at me and started crack their knuckles. I got into the elevator and went to the 20th floor. Upon exiting the elevator, I realised I was at the first storey of my house, and five black belts were getting ready to battle the Yakuza elite. I joined them, and as the two sides clashed, everything faded into white. Then I woke up.
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I think I just went lucid for the first time?
I had a dream where I went shopping and I ran into a teacher that lot a lot of weight IRL, and she told me in the dream that her secret was some illegal chemical that made her left eye turn outwards (semi-wall-eyed) and loose vision, but then she lost 60 pounds in a week.
So I get home from that weird shopping trip, and I'm putting away stuff in my room, and I bumped into the cage that I kept my gerbil Rascal in. Rascal died a few months ago, and in the dream I was like "Huh, I thought I put his cage away ages ago…" and then Rascal popped his head out of his little house and ran into his exercise wheel and started running!
I realized that I was 100% definitely in a dream, and I got excited. "Holy crap, I'm in a dream! I'm lucid! Now I can fly and make fictional characters appear and go on adventures or something and visit dreamworlds like Madotsuki or have super powers!" I said that, but…I couldn't stop staring at my Rascal. I felt like now that I knew it was a dream, he would disappear if I looked away from him or a second or I blinked too much. So I gave up the chance to go do cool lucid things to hold my Gerbil one last time. I petted him and watched him run around, and then I took him to show mom and she was happy to see him again, too. Although it felt weird being lucid and talking to my mom but knowing she wasn't real. It didn't bother me with the gerbil, but talking to a fake dream mom was almost scary, even though she acted normally. Probably because I've seen Coraline a few too many times. Anyway, I guess showing Rascal to mom was a bit too much, because I woke up not long after that.
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:( that happened a few times when I was a kid, how embarrassing
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the toucan is unimpressed with you and your rick afrostly
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I dreamt that I had a vagina. I also had this big ~1.5 foot long white, lumpy dildo that when I inserted it into my newfound vagina it would reach all the way up to my chest and it would send waves of sexual pleasure all around my body and not just my groin. It was weird because I usually never dream anything sexual, let alone switching genders. I'm not gay or anything either so, I dunno. I want to dream about it again tonight though.
It wasn't a wet dream either but I was obviously orgasming.
So I guess it's confirmed possible to have dry wet-dreams now I guess.
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My dream last night.
No idea where it came from.
So good >_>
Me again. ^_^"
Another weird dream.
I'm in the middle of what seems to be a car boot sale, it's winter and the cold air seems almost nostalgic.
A fairly large crowd seems to have gathered around a dark purple van, the owner of which is a fat women who seems to be in her 60s.
The women is wearing a T-shirt saying: "BETTY'S MIRACLE HEALING ICE JUICE".
Several people beside the van and fat women seem to be standing in a dark purple puddle of liquid. The liquid seems extremely cold and the people are bare-footed.
You're curious as to how standing in a puddle of ice cold water can heal, so you ask the fat women about the "Miracle healing ice juice".
"You want to know about my healing juice, eh? Well, well, well, you see, this juice of mine can heal anything! Now, now, you don't drink this marvelous miracle juice, you have to stand in it bare-footed while chanting the song!"
"The miracle marvel healing juice song of course! Why, let's all sing to spread the joy and fun of Betty's miracle healing ice juice! Oh, Betty's, Betty's ice juice-"
"LIER! MIS-SELLER! LYING COW!!"
A girl with a maroon side-ponytail rushes towards the fat woman called Betty and begins to shriek accusations of lying and tricking everyone.
"Wyn! Wait up!"
A trucker in his 40s runs towards the shrieking teenager.
"Don't just randomly run off like that, Wyn. I thought somethi-"
"SHE'S A LYING, MIS-LEADING COW!!"
"Now, now, now, young lady, Betty never lies about her products."
"IT'S JUST WATER WITH FOOD COLORING!!"
"Betty never lies, because Aunt Betty knows best."
I watch this little spectacle, amused at the little argument. The bizzare show escalated when Wyn began to violently beat "Aunt Betty" while still screaming.
Aunt Betty, seemed completly unfazed by all of this, however.
"Aunt Betty seems like some sorta kids entertainer, or mascot for a baking range."
While loudly thinking to my self, Aunt Betty seemed to have punched Wyn in the chest, sending the maroon haired screamer flying in to the van.
The trucker guy, who I presumed to be Wyn's father, seemed shocked at seeing her knocked into a van, rushed towards the almost unconcious girl.
"Oh dear, oh dear! Looks like she's going to need some of my miracle juice!"
"St-stay away f-from m-me, you s-stupid bitch."
Sorry if this is boring. It's just I felt like I needed to write this down to remember it.
And sorry for bad grammer, punctuation, spelling and weirdness.
And for being annoying.
I had a dream about someone I knew a long time ago, who was apparently a virtual Reality game designer now. She had made these torture games for me to play, where I was the one being tortured/having to be able to survive and maneuver through an area of obstacles and other people who were trying to shoot me with sniper rifles which I needed to stab to get points.
I had apparently beaten the game and I was walking around in a place that I thought was the VR "marketplace", and there was this woman who was talking about another game that was nearly identical, and offered me to give it a test run. As soon as I started playing I knew that the other person I knew had made this game too.
After the test run of the first level, I told the woman that I knew who had made this game. But for some reason I couldn't recall her name. I then began playing again, this time it was a level where I was strapped to a table and I was being lead down a conveyer belt, and there was a giant screen in the air where I thought I was watching myself being impaled by spikes.
At the end of the conveyer belt there was a wall, and I could see the belt slip between the wall and the floor in a small crack. I was stuck there.
After a few moments, I could hear the person that I knew from before was standing next to me, she whispered in my ear how if this wasn't going to be a mainstream game where other people were going to play, that she would have made the torturing levels last three times longer just for me.>>935
I had a dream not too long ago where a 2d woman who was supposed to be my German teacher tongued my ear. It was the weirdest sensation.
had a dream last night where I was apparently a republic trooper who wasn't a clone during the Clone Wars. I was attacking a CIS compound by myself, and I had entered this room that had an elevator and a door at the far side. I was then ambushed by several normal battledroids, they were all painted in white. They wanted me to surrender. I noticed that I didn't have any ammunition for my guns left, and then there was three buttons that came up in my "heads up display" in front of me, one was "No" which was in red, the other was "fair" which was in blue, and the last was "yes" which was in green.I thought that No would mean that I would try to escape, but I kept thinking that they'd kill me before I would be able to get out the door. I decided to choose "fair".
They came up to me as I stood still, they took my weapons, put me in a wheelchair, and used some kind of laser/light hand restraints that put my hands in a weird position over my shoulders. They then wheeled me into a theatre that was brightly lit, and there was a bunch of people that were sitting down listening to someone speak. I didn't pay much attention to what was being said.
Then, Dr. House from the TV show, along with Dr. Foreman walked into the room, and came up to me. They wondered why my hands were like that, but I couldn't speak back to them for some reason. They left after a few moments of looking me over. I was then wheeled out of the theatre and into a long corridor, and then dumped into a place that looked like a janitorial room. I could see the cleaning supplies and whatnot, but there was also frost everywhere and the was strands of wires that were hanging from the ceiling in the back of the room.
After a minute or so of me laying on the floor, a woman came in, she kind of resembled the person I knew from the previous dream I posted; short stature, black hair, and very, very pale skin. Although this time, she was completely naked. She also had a bunch of tools I had never seen before in her hands that I had never seen before, which I assumed she was going to torture me with. She walked over to me and dragged me towards the entrance, and placed me against the wall. She then sat on my lap, and she told me that she wanted to know where I had hid the "package", and that if I didn't tell her that she was going to torture me.
I was very scared of her, as I had no idea what package she was speaking of, as I was only sent there to attack the compound. After a moment, she asked me if it was "behind the van" or somewhere else that she told me, I don't quite remember the second place.
Thinking quickly, I said that it was behind the van, and that if it wasn't there, it could have been the work of another "operative" that could have moved it somewhere else.
She called over some guards and told them to search behind the van, then told me that I better pray that it is there or I'd be dead.After a few more moments, they came back and told her that they had found the package.
She stood up laughing and giggling in an evil-like fashion, then pushed me over on my side. There was a giant block of ice that my head was resting on, and she hit me several times on the head with what I presumed to be a rubber mallet. It didn't really hurt, but I thought that she was going to kill me now that I was of no more use.
After hitting me a few more times, she took one of the dangling wires from the ceiling and placed it on my right hand, and I could feel the electricity shooting through my hand. At first it wasn't that painful, but after a few seconds it started to hurt my entire hand and up my arm.All the while she was still giggling telling me that the reason why it didn't hurt so much was because the room was too cold.
The dream then skipped, and then I was at some school-like lunch tables, sitting down. I then woke up about a minute later.
I woke up in the middle of a zombie plague that had ravaged the whole of Britain. I wandered around, with bodies all around, when I saw a zombified Simon Pegg. He charged towards a riot cop, who then proceeded to cuff him. It was only after the cuffing when the riot-cop realised he was arresting Zombie-Pegg. I then found myself in my living room. I picked up the newspaper, which proceeded to tell me in televised news style how I had found a cure for the zombie plague - by hugging. A blur appears, and then I'm at a screen. On the screen there is a massive cell full of dozens of chimpanzees, almost all of them dressed in gimp suits. Suddenly, the view cut to the one chimp that wasn't in bondage. It appeared that I was now that monkey. I wandered around until I found an open door. I walked through it, triggering a containment breach alarm. A few guards appeared, to restrain me. Somehow, I had kung-fu powers in this dream, and as I kicked the asses of these guards, they disappeared. I took the hint and walked to an elevator. I press the red button and it brings me up. It turns out I am in a post-apocalyptic world, not unlike the original Fallout world. At the world map, I find that upon an ocean of irradiated lava, there is a patch of "safe" land. I start to jump there, only to fall short. A Fallout conversation piece appears, however there are no text or options, though something happens to bring the perspective down to me. I watch as my body falls into the lava, and slowly melts like ice-cream. It zooms back out, and I appear to start again. I take another leap onto the safe patch, land…
And wake up.
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Pic related: the bit of irradiated lava that invaded my dream and killed me: the elephant foot of Chernobyl.
I posted this in an astral projection thread on 4chan's /x/. I thought I should share it here as well.
I've never been able to astral project, but last night I had a dream that I astral projected. It started out as a normal dream. (relatively normal, all my dreams are pretty messed up) It was a pretty long dream and it had reached the end of the day and I was trying to go to sleep. That's when the I started to feel the vibrations that I normally felt when I tried to astral project in the past. I tried leaving my body and it worked! I was so happy that I finally did it!
I was outside of my body, but I was still in the same dreamworld and still had dream logic thinking the dreamworld was real, despite all the impossible things in it. While projecting, I could fly around and move through walls, but I was still able to touch things if I wanted. Some cartoon and anime characters from shows I watch were asleep in the rooms next to mine and they wouldn't be able to see me if they woke up, so I decided to try some things.
In the end I had a lot of fun and eventually woke up back in my body. I went about my day and talked to my friends, who were all talking about strange things they felt/saw/heard in the night. Very few details of what they actually felt/saw/heard were given and some of them seemed quite embarrassed. Eventually I woke up for real, a bit disappointed it was all a dream, but still in a happy about it being a very good dream.
I have a weird habit of dreaming up stories. I'm aware that whatever visual scene I'm witnessing isn't -me-, and that it's a story, and often they become very fun to watch.
Last night I had a dream about a rebellious man, his little girl sidekick, his love interest, and a version of the USA where everyone is forced to be a consumer. In this world, there are strict social conventions where you must be interested in buying products and constantly show yourself to be a major consumer. If you don't, you face exclusion. There are also laws in place that force every citizen to fill a monthly quota of purchases from different venues. Ridiculous trends started popping up, like wigs and wrist-watches that produce holograms of dancing girls, and eventually the love interest got tired of them. Facing exclusion, she runs off with the rebellious man, who terrorizes the big city and lives in the slums with his little girl sidekick, who he rescued from the police when she was resisting filling her quota.
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I had a dream a couple nights ago that Seisatsu and all the other mods got kidnapped somehow and had to relinquish their power. Then, a bunch of vengeful 15 year old girls took over and started blocking the IP addresses of the regulars on here so they could "clean up" Uboachan. This all happened without anyone knowing, and when I went to Uboachan I got what looked like a 404 page that said "umm what". After refreshing a few times, I got one that had a picture of a condescending anime chick on it and read "lol youre pretty desperate arent you faggot". After somehow getting to the main page (apparently these 15 year old girls weren't very good at banning people) it looked sort of like 4chan's main page, but all pink and glittery like some "soft grunge" blog from tumblr. This was apparently devastating to me because I started sobbing and collapsed and that woke me up.
I can't tell if this is an omen or if I just need to spend less time on the internet.
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I didn't even notice that holy shit
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I had another strange dream last night. I was staying in an upscale hotel and casino, and I found out about this rumor that a famous scam artist used to live there and I got really obsessive about him. During the dream, I got to watch some of his scams in third-person, for some reason.
Later, I met a girl a little younger than me and we became friends. She had a really sweet little sister that we played with.
We were playing on a lawn in front of a tall condominium building when, suddenly, all of the buildings started falling over. It was an earthquake. I grabbed her hand and she grabbed her little sister; we started running away from the tipping buildings. We ran across some sort of golf course, which was opening up with fault-lines and giant pools of water. I remember jumping over a spreading fault and grabbing the edge — it felt like chrome or thin, hard metal. We ran and ran as the world broke open. Water replaced the fault lines we'd jumped before. We had to swim now. Little yellow blocks replaced the safe land, like we were in a video game. Red ones were untouchable. We swam across and grabbed the yellow blocks.
This kept on going for a while. We reached some sort of city, eventually, full of strange-looking doors. A lot of them would just open to another door, which would do the same, endlessly. We were trying to figure out how to escape. Eventually we opened the right doors and went through. There we found a black void with rotating planets and some kind of vacuum sucking them in. Some small, grey, squid-like creature was chuckling at us. We immediately decided that he was the enemy; I had a feeling his name was Clarence, probably because it's Christmas-time and I like Penumbra.
We were sucked into the vacuum and wound up where we started again. Apparently, there were a lot of dead-ends where Clarence would just send you back to where you started. Eventually we re-traced our steps, took a different route, and wound up at some pristine, white, modern office building. Out front was a lady who looked like an older version of my friend. She came with us and said she was our, "sister". Apparently, every group who is chosen to take this journey is given a guide sister. She was silly and friendly, following us and giving us advice, but whenever we "died" we had to go all the way back and get her again. One time, we found a secret passage that took us to nearly the end of the journey. One door was left and we were on a giant yellow block, being hit by tidal waves. We went through the door and were immediately teleported back by Clarence. We realized we needed to have our sister with us to get to the end. We went back and tried to find her in the big office building, only to find that she was wearing a wig and pretending not to be our sister. We got sad and she immediately ripped off the wig, explaining that she thought we didn't want her anymore. We all made up and went out. After more water, more earthquakes, more doors, we finally approached our sister about the purpose of the journey. She said that it's something that will bring us to maturity, and that kids find maturity at different ages. We all understood, and she left, saying her job was finished here.
We did a few more puzzles and, when we nearly finished our crazy quest, we were locked in the space-vacuum room again. This time, however, I blacked out. I awoke to find Clarence, bright white with red outlines on a red background, smirking at me. He looked like a terribly done MS Paint drawing. He says something. Then he starts chasing after my friend and her little sister, who are now tiny, orange gummi bears; he's black and featureless on a grey background, now. Don't think this is too weird. The art style of the areas has been changing constantly throughout the dream. They weren't really gummi bears; they just looked like them.
Clarence was going to drill holes into their foreheads and kill them. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't catch them in time and save them, no matter how many times I tried. So, then, I woke up.
Egg nog dreams are fun.
This one's from last night.
There's a cul de sac with apartment buildings surronding it, in one of the buildings, there's a gang of kids, all are roughly 13 years old. The leader is a kid with blond spiked hair wearing a leather jacket, I'm a girl with long blond messy as fuck hair(Which is kinda weird 'cause I'm usually a guy in my dreams)
The gang(Which had about six members) had apparently stolen a bunch of bowling balls and pins from a bowling alley and were planning on selling them to a store far away from the building.
As we were grabbing stuff like baseball bats and golf clubs to smash mail boxes on the way to the store, I went to a random kitchen to get water to put mud in, my fat old teacher from high school was sitting on a chair dressed in funeral clothes, grieving someone and saying stuff like: "She was only 64!" and "She always wore yellow stained clothes!"
Ignoring her, I get the water and go back to the hall were the rest of the gang were standing. After preparing, we run outside carrying the pins and balls in a rucksack, with bats, clubs, and spray cans in hand.
Half-way through our journey, my clothes randomly disappeared for no reason(This happens a lot in my dreams).
After that little bother, we finally reach the store and sell the pins and balls to a fat man called 'Hungry Joe' who then proceded to swallow on of the balls.
We return to the apartments to see a coffin in the middle of a patch of grass, surrounded by a yellowish stain. My fat teacher is digging a grave for the coffin in the patch of grass while wailing: "all she wanted was to keep an eye on those children!! I hope Pissabeth is in a better place!!"
I decided to throw the jug of muddy water at the coffin before me and the gang run back to the apartment block as the teacher screamed: "Marabelle Inset!! How dare you!"
(Merry Christmas Uboachan!)
I had a dream where I was trying to get away from some shadowy beast. I was running through a dark forest, and whenever I got to a new checkpoint it would respawn at some point in front of me in a golden light. After several tries I realized that it's spawn points were static so I could use them to escape without getting caught. Then I found a car and drove it. I crashed through a fence and there were several armed guards shooting their automatic assault rifles at me. I crashed into one of them and weaved my way through some old machinery and broken down cars. I circled around a large round building and was in an open area in the desert, the only thing stopping me from driving out into the desert was a chain-link fence. There was a large robot that looked like the Iron Man mk. 1 suit and it was firing missiles at me. I avoided them and drifted off of a cliff and landed on a suspending bridge going through the canyon. I backed into this garage that had several missiles in it. This was my destination. I got out of the car and the GTA SA mission complete jingle played.
Later on, I was in my house, and all the lights were out, my hands looks like someone had splatter black ink all over them. There were many girls there, all wearing dark red jackets and white shirts. At this point I realized I was dreaming and found one who had a jacket but no shirt I started groping her and fondling her nipples. I set her down on the couch and she is being totally nonresponsive to it all. My aunt shows up and tells me that whenever you dream, everyone you dream about is real people but you can only communicate through dreams if you're really close to them. I looked at my hand to make sure I was dreaming and everything was so much more clear than it was in real life. My hand and everything surrounding it was so crisp and clear. I look up and all the girls are gone, so I tell say aloud to my dream "I will close my eyes, when I open them, I want to be in another place." So I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I was awake.
Sorry it took so long. These next couple of submissions are for you.
I had to rack my brain for a while to get them straight, as I don't normally write down any other dreams besides touhou dreams.
Here we go:
I was running away from something I don't quite remember inside of an industrial building/factory. Everything was all rusty and old looking, reminded me of the inside of the Ishimura from Dead Space.
Eventually, I came across this hole in the floor, just big enough for me to fit in to. I couldn't see what was down there, there was only darkness. Without thinking, I jumped into the hole, and I fell for a few moments, before popping into a room lit by an orange/red light source (I wasn't sure if it was a fire or a lamp), it looked similar to the rest of the place that I was in, but it had no other entrances other than the hole in ceiling from where I came from.
The only peculiar thing about it was that there was this "bed" at one end of the room, it had these silver spikes floating all around it, pointed downwards into it. I couldn't help but want to lie down on the bed. I somehow was able to get above it and lay down without hurting myself. I immediately tried to get up, but the spikes kept me from doing that.
At that same moment, I noticed that a 2d woman was now in the room walking towards me, she was wearing some sort of green ninja-esque outfit that showed off a very curvy and seductive figure.
I froze as she approached, and before I knew it she was right next to the bed. The spikes had disappeared, but I still didn't move. She leaned down and kissed me deeply, and I could feel her hand searching for the manhood in my pants.
At that point, the dream kinda turned into "Visual Novel" form, in that I could see some text on the left side(most of the text was just "mmmm" moaning noises and whatnot), and on the right was a nice 2d picture of my member, with the gloved, slender hand of that woman. She started pumping me, and I could still feel her kissing me, although the picture didn't move.
After a few minutes, I could feel myself going to come, and when I finally released, the picture changed and there was seed on me and on her hand. She didn't stop pumping me though, and kept going. I ended up coming 2 more times(the picture changed each time to show more stuff sprayed everywhere.) before I "blacked out" and woke up.
It was a pretty interesting dream.
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I was at the beach, and there was this huge crab. I told the person I was with "watch out, that crab has some pretty big claws." Then the crab started talking, he said in a sarcastic tone "ooh no, watch out for the big scary crab!" Immediately I apologized, saying "sorry, I didn't know you were a talking crab." And the crab is like "OH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE A TALKING CRAB, yeah, never heard that before!"
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I dreamt something curious a couple of days ago.
I was walking down a monochrome suburb from an overhead perspective, and everything looked like it was drawn with a squiggly lead pencil. It sounded faintly like an ambient shore in the background with odd, calm percussions.
I went upwards through a small pathway between two houses, where a smiling Lucy from Peanuts stood.
Upon interaction she says non-audibly through a textbox bubble "Watch out for ___ and ___", (two forgotten male names).
Continuing upwards was a cross in the road going left and right, and the view goes into third person.
Going left, there's a booth with unintelligible words and flags (like finland/japan) on top and a boastful politician waving a confetti can around in a discus throwing motion.
On interaction, a honking gramophone flicks up from behind the booth counter flipping up and down briefly. Continued interaction and the politician sprayed the confetti can, attracting disembodied friendly grouped laughter and distorted hand clapping that faded in and out.
I walked around the booth and there was a large opening in the back of it, and the politicians' assistant hands over a block of writing paper and a pen with the words "single digit contest" appearing on top, and the only other word written on the first page was 'cool'.
Flipping through the pages showed other words, like 'cd-case' and a bunch of other words that I've forgotten. The politician interrupted and mentioned through textbox something like "it's mix-cd" as if revealing the answer.
After that the dream was over.
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Today I had normal dream, where me and mah family were travelling in the mountains. It was pretty normal dream, but some big, black dog started smelling my butt. I walked faster, 'til i said the guy who owned this dog "Hey, i think that dog is trying to bite me!"
Then the dog moved away from me and started crying, saying "He thinks I want to bite him!! Booo!" As it turned out, he was 1 year old baby, but had pretty big body.
Also, later my dad said that today dinner's soup is some "chinese cabbagy" or something. I said "awww, do I have to eat?" and dad said "YES."
- "But i hate chinese food!" (It makes me want to barf. No offence, chinies, but how the heck you eat these shrooms?!)
- "I don't care. You have to eat it."
Then i woke up and was glad that it's still morning.
I remember also my last dream, but i don't think you would want to read/hear it.
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Had a dream that all Wendy's fast food restaurants had a giant statue of Ness from Earthbound outside, sort of like the statue at a "Bob's Big Boy" restaurant. In the dream I was marveling at the Ness statue and taking pictures, but a bunch of darn kids kept climbing all over it like it was a jungle gym. Apparently the Ness statue was an Earthbound promotion from when the game came out, and the restaurants kept them up for all these years.
Why did I dream that I don't even eat fast food
The statue was just like this picture, pose and everything, except it was like 10 feet tall and he was wearing his black&yellow alternative outfit from smashbros
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It was in the middle of the night, and I was walking around in some kind of lumberyard. I had thick rubber gloves and I was carrying a jar full of something disgusting. Four cats showed up. They wanted whatever was in the jar. I turned away for a second, and when I turned back the cats were dead. Giant mouths with long and spindly arms and legs approached me from every direction. I started to run. I dropped the jar. I followed the narrow pathways in between houses. The houses around me started to peel and crack. I could make out one house in the distance that was perfectly white. I ran towards it, and when I got inside I felt very safe. The dream changed its setting here and I can't remember any more of it.
I drew a picture of the mouth things and the alleyway in paint.
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Weirdest dream I ever had.
I was… I don't know where the hell I was. It seemed like a distortioned version of my school.
Some girls were fighting because of me; They liked me, so they were fighting 'to see who I prefer' or something like that. SOMETHING REALLY STUPID.
Strange thing is that I wasn't nervours or uneasy, but with the feeling of 'I don't want to be here right now. This is stupid. I don't even like those girls. This is boring.' - Like I wasn't feeling good at all (I wasn't in a Jerk attitude btw; just that I didn't like to be with those persons, as if I barely know them and I dislike them).
Then, my crush appears. In that moment everyone was wherever the fight was happening (which seemed to be in the hall on the ground floor), so I decide I was going to escape with her. I felt as well that I didn't want she to know I liked her and I wanted to be with her instead whoever the other girls were, but I asked her to accompany me and she agrees.
Then, everybody on the 'school' starts to chase us to take me to the fight, but we manage to avoid them for a while.
In a moment we weren't able to avoid them anymore. So, there we were my crush, me, and other two girls. In the end I leave with my crush but I never tell her I liked her.
Seriously, what the fuck?
tl;dr I dreamt I was pseudo-popular and it sucks.
It was the last day of finals week, and 3 days awake with the help of adderall and caffeine had me feeling pretty terrible at the end of the run. So, at the end, the sleep I had was legendary. I got DOUBLE sleep paralysis.
That's the fucked up part, because I'm not lying about double sleep paralysis. In my dream, I woke up on the bed I used to sleep in back at my parents' place. The layout of the house was like that of another, older house that dated back to my childhood, but the walls had the same pictures and design as her current house, and so it is hard to explain my exact setting in relativity to either house. There, I went about a normal day. I saw some friends from the area come by, and things were very socially lucid. I believed in the dream that I had woken from a nap, and for some reason this justified the outcome of what would be the rest of my dream.
I layed down in that bed, and as though I was hopping between worlds and/or realities, I proceeded to a true dreamlike state. I dream about creepy things, things that make me anxious, things that evoke catharsis. It's a shame that I usually forget them when I wake up, which happened here. I woke up in the bed that I was dreaming I slept in. So, in other words, I was still dreaming that I was in my bed (at my parents' "place").
I couldn't move at all. I remember seeing clouds of static appear before me, feeling footsteps, hearing voices accompanying those footsteps, and thinking that if I could move my arm and feel the blankets, I could activate my senses, and get out of this paralysis. I tried and finally, I broke out, and as I did that, I woke up in my real bed, face-down into my fucking pillow.
I still couldn't move. I got the energy to throw myself over to my side, where I watched the clock pass 25 minutes.
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I had a dream that before Lil B started making music he made a few Yume Nikki fangames. I played them and they were really good, so I was finally going to check out his music. It was just a dream but I still wanna give him a try now
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At one point I tried to have Lucid dreams, and I'm pretty good at affecting myself.
I realized I was in a dream. I got excited because I knew I could do anything. But I couldn't think of anything to do. I also thought that the dream characters wouldn't want me fucking the dream up and that I should act as if I didn't know I was dreaming. I could see a pair of unfriendly car lights (like eyes) through the shutters of a window and then I woke up.
I also remember a nightmare I had when I was very young. Suffice to say it included a haunted manor, the mystery machine and the characters of Captain Planet. It ended with me and my mother melting (similarly to how wizards might do in Majesty: The Fantasy Kingdom Sim when they're killed) due to a snake-like thing coming out of a cursed sink.
In the latest one I remember I was with some people, some of them family members, and we were hiding underground. I prepared for an attack by making and/or preparing some empty "worlds" or areas. They were large real-world residential areas that were in good condition but seemingly uninhabited.
They were connected by "portals", mundane doors or other objects that acted as links between the areas. (Somewhat like the ones in YN.)
Then someone got shot, so we started escaping. We ran and ran and it seemed like they lost track of us. But we still had to hide in the deepest world we got into.
In another dream my country got nuked. And we could see the mushroom clouds. And I think I was at least partially relieved since I knew that I didn't have to worry about anything anymore.
In another one we were living in a house that was built right next to a specific giant river (I don't want to name real-world places) and there was a flood. After opening the main door, we could see the river right at our doorstep. Pretty much all we could see was the river.
In yet another one I wanted to buy bondage gear but the shopkeeper fucked me anally instead of letting me.
Was that "Japanese Robotnik" or AOSTH Robotnik?
Yesterday i dreamt that i was in school and i was like "Hey, it's a dream!" and the rest of dream i tried to fly out of the window.
Just an advice due to all the conmotion of newfags, summerfags cancer and shit that has been here around thanks to Project Yumenikki, I would really recomend you to stop posting with something on the 'subject' since it makes you look like a retarded (no meant to offence though)
sage because off-topic
"conmotion of newfags, summerfags cancer and shit that has been here around thanks to Project Yumenikki" here.
I haven't heard of PYN until coming to uboachan.
I put dumb subjects on all of my posts. I really haven't seen anyone else doing this.
I meant to be original and make some people that see this laugh.
I dreamt of having littler brother that was tiny and pink and was annoying and i hate that dream.
Also i'm a bit sad.
When i was around 5 i had lotsa kinda creepy dreams.
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I wanted to watch AVGN episode about some NES game called "Playboy".
So my family and i were before some kind of hyper-market, but walls were giant screens. My little brother was running around and i saw my old acquaitance* around. My dad told me to make my lil' bro watch the episode with them, so he won't be running around, and i was like "What? He's 5 and this game is called PLAYBOY!" and dad said "But he won't watch it, he will be here just so he won't be lost.
So i catched him and the episode started: as it turned out, the Playboy was some Baseball game (with quite nice faeux 3D graphics), but with gals in bikini instead of normal players. (You could zoom in and out) I probably waked up then.
*It was when i was 8-10. He had the same name i had. He had A's and B's while i had C's and D's, sometimes B. He had lotsa friends, while i was bullied. He was sporty while i weren't strong like, at all. (Thankfully, now I'm the size of a Barge.) He was to me like Poniko to Madotsuki. (A perfect boy) Now that i look at him, i hate him.
Pic unrelated beacuse i liek bananas.
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Today i had another weird dream:
I was in my school's lunch room. There were my "friends" and i shown them I. M. Meen.
I was trying to translate the ending cutscene to Polish. (The I.M.Meen was actually standing in here)
I recorded my voice (I could do his voice!) and said "okay, now i have to make him lip-sync"
My friend tried to instead and made two frames some giant red faces, then he ran away. (The ones from the pic, transparent and all)
I was like "Goddamnit, i have to fix it now!"
I put his mouth from other frame on place, so he lip-synced now.
Then i get to the locker room and my "friend" said:
- "Why coming here so soon?"
- "Beacuse i had to lip-sync I. M. Meen."
- "What, my fix weren't enough?"
At this point i thought I'll kill him, but sadly, I woke up instead. :<
I woke up realizing I was under the foundation of some small shack, or something, with only a small window that people occasionally threw food into. That was my only contact with the outside. I was with two other people, one was a crying woman with child, the other was a volatile hillbilly with a shotgun. I gained there trust after having a gun pointed at me more often than I would have liked, and inspired them to remove the window and start digging the hole they made deeper. In the time it took, the woman's child died. I was small enough to get out, it was night and cameramen and people with microphones were waiting. It turns out I was under the foundation of a shack in a ditch. It turns out it was all a part of some game that my friends put me up to. I had no idea how long it had been since I saw the outside, I had seen death and experienced fear, but I was apparently rich from the prize money now. This one friend of mine was there. The hillbilly who escaped with me was angry that my friends had done this to me, and shot everyone including my friend. I walked down the road, unsure with what to do with my life.
Than I woke up from the dream.
I was in the UK to see my favorite musician Secede live (even though he's from the Netherlands). After the show he was meeting people, but he was just calling everybody names and said I looked like a weeaboo. He proceeded to puke from being too drunk. Next I'm in the streets of the UK, naked and lost, when someone tells me that I can get my bearings by looking at the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. I start heading toward the bridge, when a friend of mine I haven't talked to in years shows up and gives me a ride to his house (he doesn't live in the UK).
Next thing I know (maybe this is a different dream?), I'm watching these firefighters getting ready to put out a fire they think is going to happen. Sure enough a fire starts up, they use shovels to cover it with snow that's on the ground and successfully put out the fire. Me and this kid that were watching them clap for them and they clap too before wandering off. I realize that this all happened on a floating chunk of ice about 20 feet by 20 feet in the middle of the ocean. I have no idea where the firefighters went, but the kid is still there and I realize it's my mom in the body of a little boy. I have to help him get off the chunk of ice and back to land but I can't see anything but ocean. I decide I'll have to swim out until I find land and get help. I swim a ways but find a forest of dead trees poking out of the water blocking my path. I swim back to the ice and realize that now I can see land, and actually it looks like we're in the middle of a small lake in the suburbs. I shout for help and someone comes out on a jet ski. They kidnap the boy (my mom) and take them back to their house. I go after her but he comes out of the house and hits me over the head with a wooden club. I keep trying but he keeps hitting me with the club, and I'm feeling too lethargic and sleepy to fight back. Eventually I escape to the woods and decide I'll live there until I find an opening to rescue my mom. I find a creek and decide to settle next to it for now, and then find a bunch of abandoned fishing rods all over the place. I grab one and toss the line in the water. I pull it out and at the end of the line is this creepy crayfish-looking animal. I set it aside and decide I'll only eat it if I have to. I try to fish some more but keep catching the crayfish things. They keep trying to wander off too but I poke em back into a pile with the fishing pole. Then I wake up
I was in some underground facility (I thought it was Black Mesa even though with all those narrow corridors and bad illumination it looked more like Mars City from Doom 3), where some kind of accident happened. Now I don't remember how, but I was related to it. Anyway, I somehow got a kind of a protective suit which sadly protected only my hands and feet. I was trying to fight my way out of there. My enemies were gorillas and orangutans in similar protective suits, but thankfully they didn't try to fight me with fists but instead jumped on me and tried to bite. I was dealing with them quite easily - left hand in their mouth (god bless protective suit), right fist in their face/right leg in their body.
After quite some time and monkeys I've got myself a companion. I just knew of his presence, knew he was here and he was killing those monkeys with me. He was so good at killing monkeys, he literally was breaking their bones and left them paralyzed on the floor. I even instead of killing monkeys myself started just throwing/pushing them at him.
My last enemy was an old gray orangutan. After I threw him at my partner he was left lying with his limbs and neck broken. While I was passing near him I accidentally touched his body with my foot and rolled him on his back. Then I noticed that he was still alive, just paralyzed and silently crying. I sat near him and made a chopping motion with my hand near his neck, asking whether he wants me to finish him and end his suffering. He managed to shake his head meaning "no", then his neck opened and a small, just 10cm dick grew out of the opening. He then looked at me with imploringly. I didn't understand what he wanted and then my companion came near me, took off his boot and started masturbating that dick with his foot. I ran out of that room in disgust and shouted to my companion that he is a dirty faggot and that I won't let him touch or even get close to any of my belongings especially food (I had a backpack full of cans) for the rest of our lives and that he should be thankful that there are only 3 months left for us to live (because there were lethal levels of radiation) so he won't suffer too long.
Then I woke up.
>>1154><bumbaloe> and one of my friends had his shirt off, and was incredibly hairy on his chest and shoulders
You could even say that… every last inch of him is covered with HAIR!
><bumbaloe> I gave some change and woke up
Maybe he drove to reality station?
I don't remember much:
I was in AVGN's house (that was all gray and looked destroyed) with Tommy Wiseau. We saw his DVR and i was like "cool!" and Tommy destroyed it, and it exploded. I woke up thinking about how angry AVGN will be and that he will drop the F-Bombs at us (literally) and it's good YTP idea. I fell to sleep again, and i was still in there with Wiseau. Then AVGN came while drinking beer and i was like "Oh shit" and he was like "You destroyed my DVR? I don't care." Then i woke up.
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>>1159>I sat near him and made a chopping motion with my hand near his neck, asking whether he wants me to finish him and end his suffering. He managed to shake his head meaning "no", then his neck opened and a small, just 10cm dick grew out of the opening. He then looked at me with imploringly.
Well that escalated quickly.
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Last night I dreamt I was… dunno, a woman? I mean: Yes, it was a woman indeed, but I wasn't her at the same time. It was like I was watching her in 3rd person, but indeed I was her and at the same time I wasn't.
Then, some random dude appears in the village (seemed like a 17th century village) with his penis exposed, and tries to rape me/the woman.
I had a knife so I started stabbing him, but every time I stabbed, I felt the knife going inside me as well. It did hurt, but I kept doing it.
I can't tell you how it fucking feels to be stabbed man, but I woke up with the dizziest feeling in all my life and I almost puked.
The blade coming, cutting, tearing off your flesh as the cold metal nibbles your guts, slowly, painfully… THAT was a living nightmare.
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Apparently I had another funny dream. woke up laughing so hard I couldn't breathe again. It was loud enough to wake mom in the next room, and I heard her laughing at me laughing at my dream. She came in and asked what happened but I just mumbled that she wouldn't understand and I went back to sleep. I can't remember for the life of me what was so damn funny about my dream. I think it involved my boyfriend and our friend Tyler, and I think it had something to do with Tyler saying "McDonalds Happy Meal" in a way that was apparently hilarious.
This happens to me way too often to be normal.
For some reason I dreamt I was Aizen's father (Bleach). Aizen was doing his things and I was commenting with Gin or something.
Next dream was Fate/Stay Night theme. I was watching Shirou chilling in some kind of bar. Meanwhile, Archer, who was Shirou's servant this time, (yes, Shirou with Shirou servant) got attacked by some kind of shadow that changed into Kotomine Kirei, after fighting for a while, the shadow turned into Semiramis (Fate apocrypha) and stabbed Archer in several places. leaving neon-like circles on them. Archer then hits the shadow and it vanishes, but comments he's not going to make it because of the neon wounds, and that he needs to warn Shirou.
Then Archer meets Shirou in the bar, tells him, and Shirou decides they need to find Sakura fast, because Sakura still has effects from being a Grail, and she can heal him. Meanwhile, I see some kind of scene with Rin.
It was kind of cool.
In case anyone was wondering what the dream was, I had to work for this company who claimed to want to stop poverty and save lives. I pretty much worked behind closed doors and there were shelves with what looked like mutated pears with white mould, and heads of African children. They were still alive but because they didn't have a voicebox, they mouthed out in pain, with tears rolling down their face. A day after I couldn't take anymore and I took a big shard of what looked like ivory, and first smashed down on the first head, flattening it and showing it to just be a skull, then I moved on to the other onw. The kid's head was painfully expanding, and it took a couple of hits at the crown of his head to collapse into a skull. I realised what I'd done, and I dropped the knife and ran back home. There were statues watching any entrance into the ground floor and the only thing that stood between my bedroom and the stairs was another statue. I ran around, looking for something that would help me stay safe but everywhere was empty. So I ran into my room, went to bed expecting to see ghosts of skulls. Then I jolted awake.
I just had another natural disaster nightmare – no, more like a supernatural disaster this time.
I was at my grandparents' house and my cousins, uncle, and aunt were there. I recalled – in the dream – having a disturbing nightmare the previous night. Not only that, but I suddenly felt as if I wasn't supposed to be there, that it wasn't my normal world, and that my extended family was a threat to me. I suspected they were either impostors or simply not "my" family, and that I was trapped in their timeline or reality.
I was laying on the bright green lawn in the backyard when my grandpa started telling me it was time to go out for dinner. Something in me sparked and I lit into a panic, refusing him wildly and telling him that it would end badly. He kept insisting that I had to go to dinner with the family, no matter how much I begged him to cancel it. He started circling me with a worried face (which still seemed threatening to me in some way) and I backed away. My grandma came out and they both told me that I was just having another psychotic break; that I needed to call some help, or at least just come have a normal family dinner. I ran away to the curb in front of the house (the yard doesn't have a fence) and spotted a book on the ground with a written-on, crumpled sheet of paper sticking out from between the pages. It was Hocus Pocus: one of my favorite Kurt Vonnegut books. I brought it to my grandfather's attention and he asked about it, then told me to ignore it. That's when I really freaked out.
I said, "It's by Kurt Vonnegut. What is it doing here?"
He proceeded to repeat the name back to me, but mispronounce Vo-ne-goot as Voh-kneegat. He then asked me one last time if I was going to go to dinner, because everyone was antsy and on the driveway, except for my mother, who "doesn't do that kind of family dinner".
I still refused and they eventually drove off without me. At that point, when I was lying on the grass alone again, I had some sort of mental flashback about a strange televised news report. It showed the silhouettes of fat, hawk-like creatures tracing contrails shaped like spirals and circles in a stormy sky. They swooped and screamed as they drew hazy, white patterns into the mottled black.
The flashback ended and the wind picked up. For an instant I knew I could fly; that those weren't birds that I saw, those were humans who didn't belong in this world. I focused really hard and felt my body lifting off the ground and gliding with the wind. I'd be carried aloft, where I'd trace the same hazy spirals that I saw in the flashback, and then set back down on the grass with feather-like gentleness. I experimented with this about six times before noticing that, in the blue sky behind me, was a circle-shaped contrail that I didn't make. It was growing and undulating ominously, like a tornado collecting in the sky. The wind kept getting worse, shaking the palm trees and the lake harder and harder. I panicked and ran to my mom, who was sitting on the other side of the lawn, reading.
"I can fly! It's the end of the world, mom! A tornado is coming," I shouted while grabbing her arm.
Then, I shit you not, Michael Myers with a guitar case came in out of nowhere and sat across her lap. Mom laughed, they made flirty comments, and then she followed me inside while pulling Michael by the arm.
"Twirl Mike inside, dear," she told me. I still don't get what that means.
The last thing I remember about the dream is that I slammed the door shut against the howling wind, locked it, and started trying to think of the best room to be in when the house was torn apart by a tornado.
I woke up with my heart pattering wildly and an ebbing fear.
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I dreamed I was Alec Baldwin, sort of. I was mayor of a town on a river (something like in the Hobbit; it was ON the river, and you had to take a bridge to it), and also some kind of god like the kid from the short story It's A Good Life. (Meaning, I could think of anything, and it would happen.)
I was a good mayor, but an awful person; I was emotionless, and stone-faced the entire dream (it was in third-person). Everyone in the town hated me, but the town itself was bustling, doing fantastic.
I walked places, and went to meetings. I ignored people glaring and sometimes shouting at me. I stood on the edge of the river, outside of town, staring at sunset, and magicked a sports car into existence when I needed to go back.
I met some girl or some person or whatever, and fell in love (somehow). Maybe I just thought (s)he was aesthetically well-done, more like a math formula than a painting.
I decided to give myself emotions, to make myself more human, and to truly find out what love is like. I woke up before I could.
I was mayor because my father had been mayor before me.
I didn't care about much; mayoring was as meaningless as everything else, and so I did it.
I did care, somewhat, about not "ruining" things, of being out of control, so while I could have bee the greatest mayor in the world, or turned the town into a seperate country, a seperate power, or destroyed the universe or whatever.
People knew, so they feared me, but I just stayed a mayor.