That's just funny, BB, and probably because I'm like the last person who would make that sort of thread, and Raril's afraid of women casters. Although, if he could get over that, I could imagine he'd of been having the time of his live.
I also had a dream involving some Townies this morning. Well...Magtok was there. I have no idea why, and I've forgotten most of the dream by this point. I think there was treasure hunting involved, and a jungle cruise, and some characters from Family Guy. I really wish I knew what tied all of that together, it was a fairly long dream too. Oh well, with the coming of the sun, all of it evaporated, like so much mist. _________________ A single dagger in the night is worth a thousand swords at dawn.
Grab some tugboats. We're going iceberg wrangling. - Destro Yersul
Dammit, Bookboy! Never give Moxie what he describes as 'a good idea'!
No imaginary cookies for you!
As for my dreams... I think I've been having a few recently. More that usual.
All I can generally remember, though, is that they're usually something to do with games/Town/TV shows that I recently played/watched.
I remember one in which I was just an observer to the action... There was someone clinging to the roof of a car/van as it was driving along. Eventually the people inside the vehicle gave in, and let him inside. Then there wasn't any floor the the van/minibus, and Rex threw a baby out of the back door to demonstrate that he wasn't as evil as people made him out to be...
I think that later on, we went to Lara Croft's manor (not that I've ever actually played any Tomb Raider games, or know what the manor would look), and there was a big buffet. And someone was messing around with a laptop, or something.
Not coming from Raril, I wouldn't think so. He has a healthy respect (fear) of women, and her canine traits would only increase that feeling.
*watches topic get derailed and puts on Mod' cap*
But let's go back to talking about Dreams, as this thread was designed for. The rest could probably be moved into Random Chat. _________________ A single dagger in the night is worth a thousand swords at dawn.
Grab some tugboats. We're going iceberg wrangling. - Destro Yersul
Okay, I had a really weird dream before I woke up this morning. It's the first time I can remember that I didn't realise it was a dream - at the time, I put the weirdness down to some kind of half-asleepness auditory hallucination, or something.
Okay, I was lying in bed, and it was about morning-time. That is, it was light enough to tell by the light through my curtains that it was morning, but I wasn't planning on getting up any time soon.
Then, I hear my bedroom door open. Sometimes, when I don't get up, my parents bring my a drink, and tell me to stop being so lazy. So, I just assume that it's my dad, coming to drag me out of bed (metaphorically). The thing is, I can't see him. I hear him come round the corner, and I'm watching with one eye open (I'm too tired to bother with both), but I can't see him. At first, I thought he was just walking so slowly that he hadn't arrived in my line of view yet, but the sounds moved so that I knew he was in my room. I even heard him tell me to get up, and offer me the drink, which he put on the desk next to my bed, as usual. I couldn't see it, or feel it, but I heard him put it down. Then my (invisible) mum came in, and told him something (I can't remember what), and probably nagged me to get up and tidy my room, before leaving. Then my dad left, too. All without me seeing anything different to what I would normally expect.
Then I felt a large weight resting on top of the quilt, over the right side of my body and arm, pushing down on me. I couldn't see anything there, but the sensation of weight upon me was real. I found it hard to move, or breath, but I knew by this point that whatever it was wasn't real, it was just my body refusing to act because it believed something was there. Eventually, I persuaded my body to move, and sat up.
I would imagine that the reason it was so difficult to get my body to react was because I was still asleep, and waking myself up. I just didn't notice the transition.
Of course, it still being morning, I went back to sleep.
So I'm on this rowboat with two other guys who I don't know. It's the middle of the night and foggy, and we have no idea which direction land is. The rowboat has no oars and is sinking. We know there's another boat coming to rescue us, because we saw it once but it started getting further away.
Then we realize that the boat wasn't getting farther away, it was that we were. Our rowboat was being towed by another boat. Also it was no longer sinking. We see something moving on the larger boat, so we climb up the towroap to find out what it is. The fog has gone away by now, and the moon is full so there's plenty of light. The other boat doesn't have a cabin or anything. It's kind of like a barge, except more boat shaped. Anyways, the only thing on this boat is a single trampoline, on which is bouncing a severed head. But it fell off the trampoline when we went closer, so it was now rolling across the deck. I think it got picked up by one of the other guys, but I'm not sure because after that I woke up. _________________ Avatar by Vael
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Okay, I can only remember the end...this is one of the few dreams where I was walking instead of flying. (Well, since I don't do much of either, I guess both would be unusual.)
I was singing Give Me a Happy Ending (from A Pirate Movie [Pirates of Penzance knockoff]) as we walked down the stairs from the very top (I was even doing some of the choreography). Floor A was on top. As we reached Y, I turned to the guy leading us and was like "where are we going?" He looked over at the door and made an oops face. "Floor B." In which the rest of us responded "What the hell, man." And we began climbing back up. That's when I woke up. _________________
It was in my school cafeteria, and we were having a Enupnion convention. Everyone kept mixing up the janitor's closet with the bathroom, and someone has filled the closet with water and then thrown electric appliances in it so anyone walking in got zapped.m For some reason, the water never just emptied out. Then one of my friends came out of it at the same time I came out of the bathroom, screaming about how it wa a plot of the fourth graders.
That is REALLY FRICKN' WEIRD, huh? Especially considering I don't know what half of you people look like. _________________ ITEM OF THE [TIME PERIOD]
Well, I just found out I talk in my sleep. Luckily, I didn't wake mom, cuz it was embarrassing. (This is the short version.)
I dreamed I was in a play with the muppets, playing my character Wukei. My only line was 'alright, boys, go have a sandwich!' after the band was done. (It was an intro, everyone there had 1 line. Except for the guy talking about Jesus being a man, not a god...) Well, my 'line' woke me up, and I'd realized I'd shouted it rather loudly.
I am so glad it didn't wake my mom.... _________________
*bursts out laughing* man...that's great. But I know one judge that wouldn't mind that he didn't have an e-mail. Judge Judy. She refuses to use the internet. She has a website, but you know she doesn't approve of it herself. _________________
aha, a thread to help me with art homework as well as work out what was going on in my head a few nights ago.
Two drow were squaring up to each other. They had funky little rapiers and weird armour, and were in black and white, with blocky two-tone shading. They then turn on me. I run, come to a dark cave, and watch an army of Riflemen (from civ 2) march by. A random drow priestess summons demons from Thief I. More running. I'm now in the mountains, in the snow, marching with the riflemen. We come to an abandoned camp, and they disappear. I walk into one of the white tents (looks like something from Might and Magic VIII). Inside, are three well-like structures. I look into the one furthest away, and see a mage's face. Evil magey person with the evil middle-aged beard and hair. A Toxic Cloud spell (might and magic again) shoots at me, I collapse and am dead. But, I can still see this mage person and some other riflemen walking around, laughing. And one of the demons still trying to attack me. It sorta circles, like in the Thief death scene, then the Skull and Crossbones appears, and I wake up.
...That sounds like some freaky video game. Which it is, in a way. Just loads of games mashed together into one strange event.
I always seem to end up dying or dead in dreams. No idea why. Everyone else I speak to don't die, and say dying in your dream means you're dead in real life. I think I'm still alive, but can't say for sure. =P _________________
I always seem to end up dying or dead in dreams. No idea why. Everyone else I speak to don't die, and say dying in your dream means you're dead in real life. I think I'm still alive, but can't say for sure. =P
I dreamed Micheal Corleone from the Godfather had some sort of vendetta against me. I was then shot on his orders by Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly, after some kind of trippy chase sequence that was uncomfortably like those on Scooby Doo.
I think I've been watching too many movies. _________________ Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
I'm not sure sure if i've posted this before, but i once dreamed about a Battle Royale-like battle of some videogame characters (Kratos, Warcraft and Starcraft units, Soul Calibur fighters, along with some characters i had created [an alu-demon Tibbit included :p]) all, in like a big cinematic.
Pretty unusul by itself, considering that rarely remember my dreams, if i have those. _________________ "I run, therefore I am; more correctly, I run, therefore with any luck I'll still be." Rincewind, the Wizzard.
The other night I dreamed I got too close to a squirrel guarding a nut, then it started hissing at me, then it pounced on me and mauled me. I woke up as it was scratching at the back of my head with supernatural speed. _________________ Characters
My ex-bf is actually deathly afraid of squirrels. He was attacked by one when he was about 2 in Central Park. His dad had left him by the tree, and I guess he had food on him or something... _________________
I've only been attacked by a neighborhood cat, but I have dreams about being attacked by things all the time. One time it was a huge, invisible hornet the size of an SUV, another by an invisible assailant in my own bed (at which point I awoke thrashing and screaming)...
The angry squirrel was definitely visible though. _________________ Characters
Wow, I had a dream where I stupided myself awake, and I was attacked by John Lennon.
I was in my local forth-dimensional breaking mall, and it was a fairly stand dream. I kept coming back to the same place, an internet cafe, several times to post stuff online. At some point, me, and a group of friends, apparently walked by a random backpack full of stuff sitting directly between two parallel lines of a parking space. I inquired about it, and apparently it's the product of John Lennon's newest shennenigans, so I nod and we walk on, walking through the mall, I buy a backpack and somehow obtain a book. I don't remember the title, just that it was about the civil war. We go back to the cafe this time, it's located inside the mall, and it's closed up, never been used. We frown, and decide to go home. When we get to John Lennon's bag, there's already a second bag there. I'm alone or something, so I go over to peak at it, that's when a disheavaled and drunken John Lennon approached me, no, appeared next to me and started yelling at me for leaving this bag here, I appologised several times and tried to ask him politely where I could put my bag. ((It got a rather rude or cryptic response, I'll look into the meaning later)). Soon, a crowd's gathered due to the fuss. John grabs my bag and the book falls out, I offer to give it to him and he takes it.
Fearing the crowds, I head back into the building and go to the cafe, which is now opened once more. I use a computer. I post my findings on it, while evading the scorns of the people inside for my abuse of the local homeless man John Lennon. Some were more vocal than others.
As I exit, there are cops all about the place, blocking me from my way. Could this be as a result of the Lennon incident? I try to merge in with a crowd marching through the Police. The police don't seem to want to stop them. I find a girl that I know. She tells me that she's afraid to do it. I already know what's going to happen. I told her there wasn't anything to fear, a little radiation never hurt anyone in fact, I decide to follow a few of the braver hippies into the reactor myself, only to suddenly have my mind switch, it's a nuclear reactor! That amount of radiation will kill me. I turn to walk out, but they close the door and turn the thing on, I hold my breath. A conveyer belt turns on as the slots in the walls turn vivrant blue and the ground opens up. I don't care, I curl up in the corner, my eyes are closed, I hold my breath. I hate that smell, the smell of ozone and hospital. The smell of the dentis. You know, the smell of X-Rays. Well that smell hits me at full force, and I want it out of there. I continue to hold my breath until I can't hold it anymore.
Because I know if I breath, the gas in this room will kill me. I hold it until my lungs burn, and I instinctively breath in.
That was the point that the smell, the lights, the noise all disapeared, as I was releaved to feel fresh, clean air in my lung, surrounded by the softness of my blankets and pillows thinking to myself about how I must write all this down. _________________
Okay, first: I know that it's from 2 different pantheons, and it drives me nuts, but dreams don't make sense. (And something tells me I've been roleplaying him too long...)
I started out by dreaming of yelling at my mom for riding the tilt-o-whirl. (We aren't supposed to ride rides cuz of our back surgery.) Pretty sure that's because I was talking about the amusement park here yesterday with Hawkeye.
I dreamed that even my cats were going on the rides. (That would probably be because I fussed at the cats all day yesterday for different reasons.)
But on to what was really cool:
As I was walking through the fair grounds, grumbling about mom not listening to me, when I came across King Oberon and Queen Titania. Something got me and Oberon into it and we started fighting. I lifted him with one hand and threw him, which made him very confused and shocked. I think the fact that a girl could beat him just baffled him. Anyway, he asked "How could you beat me?" and I said, "'Cuz I'm Loki, god of chaos and mischief!"
I went about the rest of the night causing chaos before waking up. _________________
Y'know....I was just complaining about not having seen NCIS in a long time (yesterday, to mom. Cuz some defendant on one of her court shows was named McGee...and I went on a DiNozzo nickname burst of 'McGoogle" "McGiggles" etc), so my mind made up something for me instead (to those of you that aren't NCIS fans, you may not understand half of what I'm saying):
Gibbs, DiNozzo, some woman (she kinda remained where I couldn't see her the whole time [though something told me Kate was dead, so I'm assuming it was Ziva, who knows: it could have been Shepard.]) and myself were in this house, waiting for something to happen on the street. I got tired of waiting and went off on my own. I walked around to the next block and found a group (2 males, 2 female...though like the woman with our group, one of the males I never actually saw but I knew he was there) talking about how they were about to attack the house we were waiting in. I tried to nonchalantly take my leave; but, of course, they noticed me. I went running, they started chasing me: with guns. (I never had one, for some reason.) I made it back and the NCIS group was outside, of course (anyone can hear shooting a mile away) and I almost made it to them when I was grabbed from behind and had a gun stuck to my head.
This part was really kinda weird, I could see Gibbs' flashback. It was about me (when I was younger) and with someone he knew really well (though it's not a face from any NCIS episode), so obviously he and I were close. He subtly shook his head "no" at me (not in a 'I can't believe she just got caught' way but 'don't you dare try that' way.) At the same time I brought my arm up I slammed my head back forcefully, probably breaking the guy's nose (though this is the guy I didn't actually see the whole time), and pushing his gun forward--away from me--in the process.
The guy's buddies started shooting and Gibbs raced everyone to the van. I'd gotten shot at some point (in the shoulder) so he was trying to get me away from the fray. We got in the van and sped off. Gibbs called up McGee on his phone and told him to head toward the house, because we were about to get into a wreck with McGee--so he could have a reasonable reason to get me out of there without the bad guys suspecting him of being one of us.
This huge red SUV came down the road and Gibbs went around him at first before running into his back end. For some reason there was a box of tiles (probably cuz there's tiles in the other room that I want to move somewhere) in the seat next to me and they came tumbling over onto me--but somehow didn't harm me. Gibbs got out and came around, opening the door for me. But the bad guys had caught up, so he, Tony, and the woman went off toward them. McGee showed up and helped me toward the SUV.
One of the girls from the other team, however, had spotted the ploy and started shooting at McGee and me, so both of us were ducking down, hoping not to get hit. She got closer and grabbed McGee (big surprise that she was stronger than he was. >.>) I got up behind her and actually grabbed her head in turn, making her let go of him.
And, of course I woke up just as it was getting good. _________________
I can remember all of the dream, but this part stuck out for some reason (and is the only part worth sharing [okay, well the part where I was working with Batman was pretty awesome, but much much longer]):
I was taking Hawkeye to my favourite restaurant (which had the same name as my favourite restaurant, but it looked different and we were in Dallas for some reason.) It was taking a while for the waitress to get out to the table, so I was getting up to go check on something in the car and the waitress approached me and said "Angela" (of course, in a more asian accent, as the restaurant we were at is Thai) "you're still staying, right? I'm sorry, we've had some problems in the kitchen."
Of course, I informed her that I was just going to the car for a moment and that Hawkeye was still at the table.
When I came back, I noticed four larger people just seat themselves even though two people were trying to seat them elsewhere. The man commented "Well this isn't exactly New York, is it? You've got plenty of tables."
So I wandered over and tried to explain to them that an eight-top (something that seats 8 people) was a bit too big for them to sit at. Of course, the family seemed to fill about 2 chairs each. They refused to move and I said "wait, you said you're from New York, right? No wonder you're so rude."
Like I said, not really that interesting, but it stuck out in my mind for some reason.
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