That's... huh.

...Do you perchance eat cheese before bed?

My dreams are usual weird but epic tales, although for the last month or so I've been plague with really awful unsettling nightmares interspersed with bizarre domestic bliss lovey dovey sex dreams with the most random fictional characters here's looking at you, Garrus and Mr Utterson.... Shit is the fucking worst, I haven't slept well in weeks.

I went to sleep at around 6:00 AM and I hadn't eaten anything for like 12 hours.

My most recent wtf dream was me and my best friend had a double date in a fancy restaraunt with pic related and Joker Carnage. They wore tuxedos and everything. I forget who had which.

>Let's talk about dreams.

I've been remembering my dreams a lot lately. I had a crazy one last night:

Me and (I think) my brother-in-law were walking around downtown, and came across this house that was haunted, only it was haunted by a dead Egyptian (like a mummy except no wrappings -- looked like Imhotep from The Mummy in his restored form, he had no hair on his head, we may even have called him Imhotep in the dream). The house looked like any normal American house, but there was one wall of the kitchen tucked away that had these weird hieroglyphics. Anyway, we end up summoning this Egyptian, he attacks us by throwing plates and bowls at us, and we end up killing him.

At this point we decide that it'd be good for me to live in the house since it's in a nice downtown location near nice shops and bus routes. My brother-in-law leaves, and for some reason I flay the dead Egyptian guy and wear his skin. I have no idea what logic was behind this (maybe I needed to look like the guy in order to plausibly occupy his house?).

Anyway, while wearing this guy's skin (I remember it feeling very heavy, probably like the blanket I had over me), I wander around the city, not remembering any of the bus routes and wishing I had an Android phone (Android in particular, I remember) to find a route. But my brother-in-law ends up swinging by, picks me up, and we head back to my current home.

When I get home, I finally take off the Egyptian's skin piece by piece (I remember feeling the heavy weight falling off my back). But when I look in the mirror, I find that my hair has started to fall out, and my face has started to resemble the Egyptian's.

And then I woke up.

What if the guy I killed in my dream wasn't the Egyptian, but the previous person to kill the "Egyptian," take his skin and live in his house?

That one dream where I was either flying or in zero gravity was the best dream I've had in a while.
I'd like more of those, please.

Apparently, most of /baw/ has recurring dreams about signing up for a course they didn't know about, or neglecting to take a course previously in high school/college.

I had that one a few days ago, which is usually unpleasant both because High School was awful for me, and because it's a generally unpleasant dream, but it was made up for by including girl friends from High School.

I always have dreams that I have all these weird pets that I don't remember buying but I must have had them for a while before because it looks like they've been neglected for a while and like, the birds all need food in their trays and some are dead!!!

Last night I dreamt that I was learning to ski.

I don't know how to ski. I've never been within a mile of actual snow. Yet here I was, learning to ski, falling over, and being amazed at the texture of the snow (and how cold my feet were). Somebody in the dream told me that the clothes I was wearing (my normal jeans, T-shirt and jacket) wouldn't be warm enough for skiing. So I went and bought some warmer clothes, but for some reason kept losing my jumper.

Had a dream recently that I remember very vividly where I was running away from cops because I didn't murder a guy, they did.

Turns out the Addams Family understood my plight and let me work for them as Lurch's assistant. Shit was cash.

>>240224

>Shit was cash

I'll say! Closest to that I've ever gotten was gurney-surfing down the corridors of Sacred Heart with that one neurotic lawyer on Scrubs...Until Kelso yelled at us and told us to get back to legal...

I wish I had some interesting dreams to tell you about. the only thing I remember dreaming about the last year or so is:
1. Getting late, missing busses, deadlines etc.
2. Getting rejected by girls because I’m too forward.
I have no idea why. Any of you hobby psychologists wanna take a shot at figuring it out?

>>240236
Woops dropped my hat.

RAPE: THE MUSICAL!

BEST DREAM EVER:
Okay, so I started off working at an AT&T booth(Why would I work at one?) when suddenly two gangster-looking asian guys, one Filipino and the other Chinese, come up to me wielding a Glock 19 and a curiously taped-up Steyr AUG. Well, they hold me up, but I'm quicker, so I ducked and knocked out the dude with the Glock first and grab his gun and shoot him.
For some reason, I miss the other dude with the rest of the magazine, and I don't know how to reload the gun, so I just try to pistol-whip him into shape. Takes a while, though, but I get his ass. Grab his gun, learn how to reload the Glock(I actually don't know how) and subsequently know how to work the safety. Two cops in civilian attire escort us(my brothers and I) out of the mall. Both are Asian: The female is Filipino and the male is Japanese. Find out that the dude has a sister. He's wielding an M4. Well, one of them mentions that we're going to be on TV and the store(booth) manager says that I have to change out of my jeans into a nice, respectable pair of slacks as to not sully the professionalism of AT&T(the fuckers.). Anyways, I don't think much of it - I'm going on TV - so I ask them to take me home.
Well, we decide to pass through the strangely-dark loading dock, when suddenly we hear gunshots and make a bolt for it, somehow finding ourselves right behind the facade of the house the mall uses for the Christmas display. There, I meet Steven J. Bartowski from "Chuck" and I don't remember what he says exactly, but to take the tape off of the Steyr. I do so, and it's strange. Turns out that this one is pink, and someone, or some people, possibly something has written all over it in a way that it made my eyes hurt. Arcane symbols all over and shit. He also mentioned that the dudes chasing me are hardcore gangsters, and shows me a couple of them on a desktop computer. I then go on Facebook and send in one message - "Disappearing." - and make my way out.
Well, people are chasing us, so we find the exit, which leads into quickly-fading daylight - the sun, setting over the hill far to my left, gave the sky its golden hue.
We're not far from the exit - about 50 yards into the parking lot - when suddenly about 15 guys come up from behind, walking nonchalantly, their guns held casually. They looked as to be in some sort of gang, though which one I couldn't tell - the suits and the skins and the shirts were mixed up so well. However, they all looked to be of some Asian descent, whether it be Chinese, Vietnamese, Japanese, Filipino, Korean - whatever. The big guy, in a purple suit, is holding the dude cop's sister hostage. He's taunting us - "Just off the dude and we'll give your sister back!" but he won't do it. Well, I take the Steyr, and I'm a bit far, but I look into the sight, line-up the dude's bald head, and fire.
I missed. Completely.
Scared off the big dude, though - he dropped the girl and his gun and the girl made off into the mall.(did I mention she was cute?). We covered her escape from the outside and started firing into the crowd. Unfortunately, a good number of them had automatics, and the closest cover in the parking lot would be a car too far to my right. Well, we bolt towards that, and a Dennys, and me and the cop sweep a group of 4 gangsters creeping up on us. That's when I noticed that my gun has a laser sight for some reason, and won't run out of ammo. My brothers and the other cop made it to safety - me and the dude cop are now just having a gunfight against the gangsters to cover everyone else's escape for some reason.

Still don't know why they were chasing me. Also, don't know why I recognized the races of everyone else there. Or why Steven Bartowski made an appearance - I barely watch the show. But one thing's for sure: I want to find out the ending.

Last night I had a dream about an /x/phile who claimed herself to be the personification of /x/ (and no, she looked nothing like the board-tan version). I can't remember how it all went down exactly, but apparently one of the things that made her a "legendary" tripfag was that no one could correctly guess her true identity. Then someone bumped into her IRL and somehow figured she was the same as the tripfag. It sent her into a huge shock.

Next day, she was dead, and there was a book already detailing her life. Apparently her death came as the result of someone guessing her name right. There was something really creepy about the book's title, but I can't remember it.

Pretty sure this dream came as the result of my reading volume 9 of The Goon before going to sleep.

Last night I dreamed I was watching C-SPAN.
It was a nightmare.

>>241667
Doom confirmed for BABBY.
C-span rules.

I was at the front desk of some hotel with my friend. All of the sudden 5 people walked in. The group was weird. There was a douchebag looking guy (20-25), a dude in a trench coat (18-24), a fat lucha libre guy (29), a blond girl (18-21), and a guy in a nice black suit (40-50). Out of nowhere the douchebag starts picking a fight with me. I have no back round in any fighting style but are somehow able to dodge, counter, and land a few hits. The blond hair girl stops us and I somehow are in a airport. I see the douchebag and start fighting him. The guy is kicking my ass but I still land a few good hits. After a few minutes of fighting he threw me over the stairs and jumped on me. Right before he landed I grabbed a pole and shoved it through his skull. I awake in a van with some people i know and are driving in a creek. There is a car following us for some odd reason so we stopped at some random place. The place was a Godzilla tribute place that's in the middle of nowhere and is made out of porta poddies. We all leave and I fell asleep. In a completely different place a guys car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town is 75 miles away. Suddenly he see's a giant wall with a gate that leads to a suburban neighborhood. They help me and let him stay at this house that an old lady lives with her grand daughter. He woke up to see the grand daughter and get along. The next day he see's some sort caterpillar like thing (looks like mothra's bugs) go into the wall. He starts hearing loud noises and when he looks for the bug again its bigger. He runs down to the living room where the old lady and her friends are playing classical instruments but they are made out of human skin and bones. As soon as he looked behind himself the caterpillar like bug kills him and the whole suburb. He wakes up freaking out and see's that everyday is the same. I woke up in a expensive underwater hotel. I went to the lowest floor where the shops are and crap. I see the trench coat guy and run out but he follows me. I start saying how did I get here and other stuff. He pulls out a knife and starts swinging at me. We run through the place and end up in a room. I can't land a hit on him and he keeps cutting me up. The room is thrashed and glass is everywhere. He goes to stab me in the neck but I moved out of the way and stab him in the back of the head with a piece of broken glass. I leave the room and head for the elevator but wouldn't you know when it opens the blond hair girl is there. She knocks me out and it goes back to the guy re living the day. He starts telling the girl about what just happened but she doesn't believe him. He takes the girl, runs down the stairs, see's the old lady playing the instruments, and runs to his car. It cuts to me fighting the lucha dude on top of an plane garage. As we are fighting the whole roof of the place collapses. We see two giant mothra caterpillar like bugs destroying everything. We keep fighting on the railings of the place but he falls down and gets eaten by one of the bugs. I run off, see the guhy in the suit with the bugs, and jump into the guys car with the girl. We escape the place but get 1000 feet and somehow crash into a light post, that had no business being there at all. As soon as we crashed the two people get out of the car and its The Monarch and Dr. Girlfriend from The Venture Brothers. I awake form this and wrote all of this down knowing it has to be one of the weirdest dreams ever...

Most of my dreams are incredibly mundane. Like, very realistic dreams hanging out with friends, but one or two weird things happen when I look back on them.

Like the other night I had a very normal dream where me and my friends were just hanging out driving along. Then we stopped at a gas station drive-thru window.

I am such a boring person.

spider eggs
hatching
everywhere i go
oh god so many fucking spiders
they're on the walls, in corners, outside
in my fucking shoes oh fuck

I had a dream I beat up Charlie Sheen.

I have no fucking clue.

I 'wake up'. I'm in a bus en route to 'the capital' (lol ignorance) of pyongyang/North Korea. Time moves as slow and deliberately in my mind as it moves in real life. Perhaps real life moves slower.

For two weeks I'm living the life of an American journalist in North Korea. I find radio bugs all throughout the show pony press suite at the hotel room. My dream self goes digging through.. something obscure. A room some place. A building. There's crappy aluminum cabinets filled with manilla envelope after manilla envelope. Pictures of atrocities I can't place or reproduce from memory. I'm found by the North Korean Military Police, relocated somewhere dark and without windows and then beaten within an inch of my life in creative but disturbing ways..

They bark orders and insults, I'm force fed gallons of water and then it's squished out of me by two officers sliding a plank of wood over my torso and then standing on/hopping up and down on each end of it. I become a human fountain as my plumbing expels too much water out each end than it was meant to safely hold.

I don't even know what my dream self did, but I know by the time my dream self goes to sleep again, this dream persona won't be waking up. Then I wake up in the real world and feel like glassing the region from the air.

Then I feel bad for desiring carpet bombing on a place for slights and trauma that never even happened.

I had a dream once. I was having a great time with this girl on this island with a lone tower on it. I couldn't see her face, but we could just sit and talk and I was enjoying myself for once. she got up to leave, I turn to grab her arm. The forest around the tower has burned and a clear path to the base courses through the woods. The girl is gone, but I feel her inside the tower. I hurry the through woods, and as the soon begins to fall I reach the base of the tower.
It daunting, and there's no entrance save a little alcove in the very top, for beyond the clouds. the surface is jagged. I feel like this is impossible, but I begin to climb. I feel like I've climbed for days, and finally, I spot a glass stairwell glistening to the right of me. my nails are cracked open and my fingers are bleeding as I reach over to the glass steps. As I try to pull myself up, the glass shatters, cutting me up as I fall and ripping through my hand as I grab a piece still connected to the tower. the shatters as well, and I again am cut as I reach for another step. This time I pull myself up. The glass starts to crack, and as I run up the steps, they shatter and slice my feet up.
the starwell ends, I find myself perched on ice that's built up. I start to climb again, this time on the ice.I slide and slip and have a hard time, the winds chilled my bones.
Somehow I make to the very top. the winds stop, the sun comes out. I drag myself up onto the the only room in this tower. I pant for air as I struggle to feet.

And as I look up, I see a blue dragon look back at. The clothes the girl was wearing at it's deadly feet. Was she the dragon? did she get eaten? I do not know... All I know is I'm falling, to far to reach the tower. And that Dragon is in pursuit, it's mouth wide and ready to devour me.

... I smile, close my eyes, and as I hit the water, I finally wake from my dream.

  I dreamed that Dude Von Doom and I were a tag team in the WWE and we won EVERY MATCH.

Video related?

I was in a limousine riding through a tunnel. I didn't know why I was there or who was driving. I was bored, so I started fidgeting and picking at my nails. Eventually it got to the point where I started tugging at my left earlobe. It came off in my hand. There was no blood or pain, it just kinda fell off. I stared at it and squished it a bit, and then finally licked it. It tasted like apricot.

I remember waking up with the thought "What the hell, apricots?"

Last night I had a bit of a strange dream. I was going to college at this one place where the dorms were floor after floor of apartment buildings with some small common areas centered around the stairs. The only class I can remember having is a class that started at 3:30 in the morning. By the time I had to go to the class, I was so tired I was nearly delirious, so I wound up wearing jeans, no shoes, a hoodie, my fedora, and a pair of gardening gloves. I remember I didn't even know what the class was until I came in- turned out it was an art class, which is weird because I'm probably the worst artist I know. I saw an old high school teacher of mine standing in front of the class, and I was relieved because I figured he'd be teaching it and it wouldn't be so bad, but then he got replaced by a sort-of fat middle-aged woman with long hair. She told us to pull out a piece of paper and draw. Only after I started drawing random shapes and shit did she remember to tell us to divide the paper into four sections and do something separate on each one. I remember doing a sort of never-ending spirally design that ended up carrying over to a few other sections, and when I finally looked at it nearly the entire page was covered with drawings I hadn't made. She asked me to tell everyone about what I made, so I held it up and said "Well, my paper seems to have leeched the ink off of other people's papers, so let's see... we got some good drawings down here (bottom left section), some not-so-good drawings up here (top two sections), and I don't even know what's up with this part. (bottom right section)" After that, I woke up.

Only part I remember about last night's what that I was playing guitar with two guys I don't recall ever playing with before. I told them we'll improve and to keep up with me, but as I started thrashing around, they were lost. I said "fuck it" and kept playing like that. The crowd - which looked like it was in a school gym - thought I was great. I just looked at the rest of the band in disappointment.

  In dreams I walk with you...
In dreams I talk to you...
In dreams you're mine...
All of the time we're together in dreams...in dreams!

>>242014
I love that movie

I remember this dream I had a little while back.

I had this backpack, and for some reason this backpack was filled to the brim with Giant Fucking Crustaceans in it (i'm guessing the bag was bottomless, i'll return to that later). We're talking huge-as-death man-eating fuckers. They weren't really crabs, but they weren't really lobsters either, more like some sick combination of the two. I don't know how the backpack was strong enough to keep them in for as long as it did, but it was. Anyway, I remember running away from this backpack, after having found it near a shady area of a beach. I ended up running towards a high school (for some reason, I was of high school age in the dream), and bolting inside, trying to warn people about the crustacean monsters, but they wouldn't listen to me. And then, somehow, the backpack had gotten to the front door of the school, and the monsters burst through it, swarming out of it by the hundreds (like I said, it must have been a bottomless bag, or a portal, or something). the monsters got in the school and began eating the first teens they came across. myself and the rest of the teens all scrambled throughout the school to get away, but all doors were apparently locked and the windows were shut by the people inside the school because the crustaceans were trying to get in through them. I remember some kids tried hiding in the bathroom only to be cornered by monsters who came down from the ceiling, and some tried hiding in these giant pipes only to be trapped and devoured/ripped apart by their claws. eventually, after running and dodging through all the carnage, I was surrounded by these things. I tried fighting them off, but they all climbed on top of me, bringing me down, and proceeded to rip me apart before eating me alive.

Was at a person's backyard/poolside, complete with party food and everything. People I knew (and maybe some I don't) were lined up in three rows next to the pool. I had/instructed them fall into the pool, marching into it. At some point I picked out a girl I knew and began to have my way with her. She seemed to be pretty apathetic/defeatist about it.

When it was dark and everyone had marched into the pool - it was like they vanished once they were in it - these cops came out to survey the area. I "acted natural" and didn't talk to them, so they didn't raise questions to/about me. When we got inside, an episode of Dexter was on. After frantically decided to leave, I got something from my room - I think green letters on a person's door was supposed to mean something - and returned to the room with Dexter on to find Dexter (Michael C Hall) in the room and watching the episode. The episode was about people, specifically a family he knew, finding an (unbagged) body of his in a lake.

Why can I remember my dreams, suddenly, make it stop.

I had a dream a couple months ago where I was on a mission similar to a spy movie. The action took place like a Metal Gear Solid type sneaking mission and I had to kill all the guards because it was weapons on site, only. I couldn't risk trying to knock them out and causing a scuffle so I broke all their necks or slit their throats and dumped their bodies over a cliff after they'd radio in their regular check-ins.

I felt terrible the whole time. Every guard I killed just racked me with more guilt. I woke up on the verge of tears after I finally made it to the target site.

Why was I even sent in? I don't care how good I was at the job. Goddammit. Batdad would be disappoint... Then again Batdad probably lead to more lethal concussions than any other superhero, but they just gloss over it because of MARTIAL ARTS and SCIENCE.

I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best 've ever had.
It's a very, very... mad world.

I have the best dreams when I can remember them now. I guess I owe this to a few months during my lowest slump of depression where I couldn't stay awake and basically slept all the time. As I recovered in real life, I also became more assured in dreams, though I still don't dream lucidly.

This one dream recurred that I didn't have since I was like five, where a vicious wolf was trying to break my door down so it could come in feast on me and my family's entrails. Back then I freaked out and it was the first time I woke up in a cold sweat. Last time it happened I opened the door and just kinda pushed it back and told it that it was very rude and that I didn't want him in my home if he was going to behave like that so could you please kindly leave.

Next time I hope to have tea with the wolf.

A few weeks ago I dreamt that the Joker had killed Gargamel and was using his castle to experiment on Smurfs. The end result of the experiments made the smurfs about 3 feet high and extremely aggressive, and the Joker gathered them all to rob this local supermarket (they all wore stereotypical guerrilla outfits, with berets, cigars, machine guns, and chains of bullets around their shoulders). I was the only one who could stop them, except I was 20 miles away and I could only ride my bike. I kept riding down these stone stairs, and every few feet there were these short, dark bridges/tunnels I had to go through that scared the shit out of me. I could tell the darkness wasn't natural, and the last one I came to had a "Caution! Haunted tunnel!" sign in front of it. There was no way around these tunnels, and a small crowd had gathered to watch some poor, brave fool try to venture into it. He stepped into the darkness and managed a few feet without incident, until an outlined figure which was so dark it was VISIBLE in the darkness of the tunnel latched onto the poor guy's back and tore out his throat and stomach. I was terrified, but I ventured into the tunnel anyway...and that's when I woke up. I'm glad I didn't get to finish that dream.

>>242406
I chuckle'd

Pretty sure I've posted this one around here before. I hadn't slept for a few days and that does wierd shit to me. I get real twitchy and have bizzare dreams.

After finally falling asleep I had a strange dream. I find myself in a large room. Like a warehouse and in the center is an enclosure with clear walls. Inside are several dozen people of all types.

Then I notice this 20 meter tall monstrosity waddling up to the enclosure. It extends some kind of probiscus and hoses the people down with clear fluid. The people immediatly start screaming and thrashing as if on fire. They then all melt like candles, screaming the whole time.

I stare at this horrible scene and calmly turn to find a way out of the warehouse, but find none.

Monster then begins to slurp up the people goo. It finishes it's meal and turns to me, and just as it lines me up for a shower I wake up, coated in sweat.


fun.

Coelasquid's images in Moe's thread must have helped induce a dream in me about raising a fox that eventually fell down a flight of stairs and had its legs broken off.

Dreamed that my brother and I punched each other out in the name of fun. A fragile Maglite with leaky batteries and a naval museum that looked suspiciously like a Home Depot somehow factored in.

Maybe it came from a discussion between me and my brother about possible costume ideas, like me as John Marston and my brother as some random gunslinger.

I had a very confusing dream the other night. Involving me strapped to a table, a chainsaw, and cunnilingus.

>>243588

Who was performing the cunnilingus, and who were they performing it on?

>>243708
The chainsaw, obviously.

>>243588

I just had a crazy vivid fever dream where a dude was being plagued by someone/something mind controlling his two babies to go after him. There was a large convoluted plot involved, I think the guy was supposed to be Justin Hammer from Iron Man 2 (wat) because I was seeing it like a movie and providing commentary throughout in my own mind ("oh no poor Sam Rockwell!")

The final 'scene' was messed up though. The guy is cornered by his kids, then he remembers "oh wait they're just babies" so he kinda just swats them away and goes to check on his wife who is sleeping in a closed room down the hall. But his wife's mother stops him, she's a pretty elderly woman, and she asks him to help her with the microwave, and I can see where this dream is going, like any horror movie. The guy doesn't seem to notice she is being mind controlled, and she asks him to look inside the microwave to see the "problem" and then somehow turns the thing on while his head is still in there and manages to hold him there until his brain boils and his skin peels ("this is all too convincing for CGI, so much for good taste.").

Then everything is still. The babies are still in the kitchen with the grandma and the dad, the granny is standing serenely, doing nothing, the guy is dead and melted. Then it cuts to the mother who has just woken up and getting ready to leave the bedroom when there is a huge crash, or explosion, somewhere far from the apartment but close enough to give off strong vibrations that makes her trip and the bodies of her family in the kitchen finally fall to the floor, all dead as door knobs, apparently being mind controlled makes you die? Anyways, the wife smacks face first into the carpeted floor of the bedroom, yells angrily at her husband for leaving his things out for her to trip over and "what the hell was that noise!?"

Silence.

"Honey?"

The End.

The weird part was it was all done in an animated style, like moving comic panels, in the style of colour and with line weight and rough frames with some of the sketches still visible in some. After it finished, I was left to think about it (still dreaming) and my final verdict was something like "it was pretty interesting, but a really depressing/horrific way to kill off a villain, by the end of it you care too much about his family and his tiny apartment and his wife left behind to feel justified in his 'defeat', maybe if this was part of a rampage of a greater threat on the horizon..."

I can't tell if this fever dream is better or worse compared to the one where Leonard Nimoy yelled at me for the way I speak to my Mother.

>>243708
>Who was performing the cunnilingus
Me.
>and who were they performing it on?
The woman who used the chainsaw to remove my legs below the knee.

>>243762

Now there's gratitude for ya!

>>243765
The cunnilingus came after the chainsawing. It was sort of a 'thank you' to her for letting me keep my arms. However, she lamented that I would have looked so cute as a nubby meat doll, so I decided to cheer her up. The reason she removed my legs in the first place was because she was afraid I'd run away from her, even though I earnestly told her I wouldn't. Poor dear had trust issues.

My dream last night was long and really, really strange. I wish I wrote it up the moment I woke up and it was still fresh in my mind.

Part of it was that I had a girlfriend and she and I would roleplay Mark and Callie from Ugly Americans with her punching and physically abusing me if I ever arrived home late from work. Then another guy wanted to join in and roleplay Twayne so he could penetrate me with his needle dick.

Other part of the dream involved me visiting some relatives with my family and my mom brought home a sandwich that--after consuming--we found out the meat had a tick planted inside of it which, when consumed along with the meat, would make the flesh of the consumer look/smell appetizing to other people. It also made the meat itself taste extra delicious.

And other disconnected things I vaguely remember.

>>243916
>Part of it was that I had a girlfriend and she and I would roleplay Mark and Callie from Ugly Americans with her punching and physically abusing me if I ever arrived home late from work. Then another guy wanted to join in and roleplay Twayne so he could penetrate me with his needle dick.

BAHAHAHAHA

I can't wait to see how Squid reacts to this.

I once had a dream that I couldn't fall asleep. Shit was frustrating, man.

Sitting on a bolder in a walking forest.

No, really, the whole forest was walking, the moss on the rocks keeping them in motion somehow, the roots of the trees rowing forth in the Earth, and all the animals running and flying to keep up.

And then Orbital Cannons glassed the planet.

I had a dream where I sat in my basement and talked to Nurse on AIM.

It was surreal in how realistic it was. Everything was COMPLETELY normal.

Had a weird one last night. I met all of you.

Genderbent.

Bones, you're never allowed in my house you hear me

>>244479

This sounds fun :3

Oh man I had the most infuriatingly amazing and vivid dream the night before last.

I was on a road trip with some friends and about twelve random comic characters, mostly mainstream, obscure guys I really like, or guys /co/ obsesses over I've never heard of. Anyway among them is Tony Stark, as RDJ. Like, it's RDJ in every physical sense, but it's not RDJ. It's Tony motherfucking Stark and he's wearing some Wal-Mart t-shirt and jeans or some shit but who cares.

So anyway we get to a motel and we can only afford a few rooms because Tony and this chick I don't know are rich but they're in hiding for this vacation. So we split up into 2-bed rooms, 2 people per bed and 2 people on a rented cot.

We draw straws and I get to share a bed with Tony motherfucking RDJ Stark.

We change into PJs and everyone gets in the beds and we watch the weather channel for a while, then everyone falls asleep except me and Stark. We talk and he asks me about school and stuff and I'm stammering and nervous as shit because I'm IN BED WITH TONY STARK. And he tells me to relax because something I don't remember. Then we decide to go to sleep and he says "night kiddo" and puts his arm around me and I wake up sweating and breathing heavy with my heart hammering like I just had a nightmare. Fuck.

I remember having the "not wearing pants to school" dream when I was like 9 or 10, but instead of freaking out I went into the hallway to get my pants from my schoolbag, but when I couldn't find it I got angry and looked harder. I never got embarrassed, just pissed that I didn't know where my pants were.

Also, I had a dream that this hot goth chick who wasn't real wanted to have sex with me, but I couldn't find any condoms so I spent the entire dream trying to get condoms while she was waiting in the background doing something really sexy. It ended before I could get the condoms. Yes, even in my dreams I can't get laid.

Ugh, I had a dream last night that I was beaten up in an alleyway and when I woke up (in my dream) several of my teeth were all chipped in weird ways.

And yeah, when I actually woke up, the first thing I did was look in the mirror to make sure they weren't.

I spent thirteen hours at an amusement park yesterday and dreamed that I was on roller coasters the whole night.

I had a dream when I was a kid about being in the hospital, and every time my parents left, the doctor would turn into Magneto and stab me with knives.

Last night's dream consisted of three parts:

Me meeting the Top Gear crew at a fancy party,t hen them letting me drive around this souped up go-kart. Driving it down the road, I ran into a group of cyclists, hitting the last one.

She turned out to be the girl of my dreams (hurr). We made out and things got hot and heavy.

She then turned out to be a vampire, but not one that was going to attack me. I ended up having to fight the rest of her group over miscommunication. They were horrible fighters, and I have Batman on my side. During the melee she disappeared, so I kinda woke up sad.

I can't decide which part of the dream was the best, to be honest.

>>247788
Dreams like this are how Twilight got started.

I had a dream about Spoony last night. It involved him putting up the first part of a review of FFVII as well as a review of another Highlander flick and a bunch of fans visiting his house. One of the fans gave him a pink bling glove (like the kind Michael Jackson wore) and I decided to make my presence known by jokingly saying, "You could use that as a hamburger helper mit" and we laughed over it. Then I said it'd probably be more likely for Dr. Insano to use it as a hamburger helper mit and that during one of his reviews he should have a random scene of Dr. Insano cooking with it, not knowing that he was being filmed.

I've lately been having recurring dreams about GameSpot selling PS1 games again.

>>249973
They still do!
In sweden.

A couple nights ago I dreamed I worked in a shop that was a combination of occult store and exotic pet store. Eldritch tomes and baubles sat on shelves across from strange birds and lizards.

Strangest perhaps were my co-workers. The manager was the most 'normal', in that she appeared to be simply an attractive and slightly thick-bodied human woman, yet she possessed a certain air of hidden power. The other male in the shop besides myself was a portly fellow with lanky brown hair, skin tinged with decay, and a white skull painted/tattooed onto his face, and he seemed to always have a grin. The other woman who worked there was tall and willowy, yet possessing a rather stacked bust for her frame. She was gray, with no hair, a gaunt face, and no jaw. Somehow she was able to talk, presumably through some manner of sorcery.

Despite the odd nature of the store and my coworkers, we seemed to get along genially and conversation was hardly unusual. Somewhere along the line, the dream's 'plot' jumped a bit and I found myself with my female coworkers in a hot-tub filled with a translucent green goo. Then some, ah, things... happened.

I was part of a team of detectives who traveled through time to help people recover stolen goods and/or find answers to their families' pasts. At one point, I found myself on a ship in the middle of the atlantic in the 1700's and encountered a gyrados as a sea monster.

Basically, MOST AWESOME DREAM EVER.

I escaped from a dungeon with an evil dragon I freed who looked like David Bowie when he was in a human form.
He was evil, but seemed to like me. We started to become friends after we escaped, but then I got woken up.

Last night I dreamt I went grocery shopping with Hellboy.

It was awesome.

Last night: riding roller coasters with Blue Lantern Ghost Rider.

I don't fucking know.

I was Harry Potter, sleeping, while Snape stood over my bed and watched me. All... night... long... until I woke up in real life.

I dreamed I was in New York. -I never remember how dreams start- And... I walked into a movie theatre.
And a group of friends from grade school were in line to see a movie.
I said hi, talked a bit and one of my friends gave me money to buy tickets to the same movie.
After buying the ticket, I asked for more so I can get somewhere to live and eat and shite, since apparently, I'm homeless in this dream.

We then all walked in to the theatre which divided itself in three parts with three screens:
....___
__l.....l__
l___.___1

And in the three screens the Scott Pilgrim movie started, but with a musical number.
And not what'd you expect with Scott Pilgrim. But it went more along the lines of pop song choreography.
...And the cast was right there in the theatre dancing.
And the cast was led by Chris Evans.
Then I woke up.

>>251284
Oh, and another dream where all I remember is looking into a mirror and looking just fine, contrary to most warnings.

Last night I dreamt that my girlfriend and I were chasing a terrorist cell through Melbourne, near Parliament. I don't know why we were doing this, but just go with it. We pursed them down into the bowels of Parliament Station where they hijacked a train. My girlfriend managed to jump onto the back of the train; I didn't. I ran back up the (really fucking long) escalators to Spring St, up and around onto Latrobe St. For those of you familiar with the topography of Melbourne, you'll remember that on Latrobe St, from Russell St you have a clear view down the hill to Elizabeth St and back up the next hill to William St, which is next to Flagstaff Station. Which is just about where I figure the train would be now.

And then the hilltop exploded. I couldn't tell the exact extant of the explosion because of the debris cloud and intervening buildings. I just kept running. Before I got to the next block debris started raining down and dust clouds started billowing out of the entrances to the Melbourne Central Station, forming an eerie sort of dust-corridor for me to continue running down.

By now I was close enough and the debris sparse enough that I could see that the explosion had torn open the subway tunnel halfway down the block, and that there was a crater, punctuated with crushed trees and cars (and a couple of trams) where the station had been. The Commonwealth Law Courts, a huge edifice that largely sits on top of the station was just gone. The Old Mint was now perched on to of a cliff overlooking an ocean of devastation.

As I ran up to the lip of the crater, searching for a way down, I could see a few AFP agents and firemen from the nearby station were already searching the rubble for survivors. I just started shouting out my girlfriend's name, looking for any way down into anything that might remain of the underground station structure. There was no reply. I kept searching, started crying.

Then I woke up, and I have never, ever been so happy with an 'it was all just a dream' ending as that moment.

>>251284
Funny thing is, I just now remembered that I've seen that theatre in several other dreams, now.
I was sitting in another part of the theatre, but it's still the same.

And I was reading in that other dream, too. In fact, I read "Colcri City" in what apparently was, a re-release of the Star Wars movies.

>>251318

I'm probably the only person here who understood all that.

>>251376
Sniktbub lives in Melbourne too.

I've got a question for you guys. When you dream, it's almost always you, as a person, in the dream, right?

Because I never dream about myself. It always plays out either like I'm watching a movie or I'm inside the head of a character in the movie with a completely different appearance and personality from me. Does this happen to anyone else? I didn't think that was abnormal until I started reading all these dream recollections and checked out some others.

>>251412
I dream about being other people sometimes. Usually running.

Had a rather scary one last night. I was in this hotel-like place, being chased by some sort of doppelganger. Ended up getting cornered in some sort of mirrored room, and I was being choked to death before some voice called out saying LOOK UP. I did then a saw a mirror on the ceiling. Don't know how or why, but the doppelganger simply disintegrated into sand after a few seconds, then I woke up

>>251412
Sometimes, sometimes not

>>251412
Usually. But there've been times where I dream I'm David Tennant or Harry Potter.
Shite's weird, man.

Patrick Swayze killed a man.

Had another bloody tooth come out last night. Apparently I'm stressin'.

It was vague, but involved fucking and a game show. A game show where I have to pleasure women? Either way, I woke up with afternoon wood.

>>251412
None of my dreams are ever me-as-I-am, but I'm still always me, if that makes sense. I guess the best way of putting it is this: I'm never a swimming teacher. I might be a ninja, or a baker in Warsaw in 1942, or as per the above post some kind of counter-terrorist agent. But I'm still me.

>>251513
And this time I dreamt I was Zuko. Cartoon Zuko.
The whole cast was there-- but in a modern day setting. Not the characters. Just the place.

...And then it was interrupted in the middle for a shirtless men's Tae Kwon Do combat tournament I was participating in.
(I'll have to thank whoever's managing my dreams. I won the tournament, AND looked mighty good, too. Moreso than usual.)
Then it resumed to the usual swords-and-arrows-in-modern-day shite.
Then I woke up to find my sisters watching Avatar in the other room.

Went to sleep right after playing Halo 3, hitting a bong, and watching Empire Strikes Back/Return of the Jedi.

Dreamed that my mom thought I was literally gay for wanting to joke around with an ex I hadn't talked to in over a year and a half, had to ditch her to help pilot an educational satellite controlled by the guys at MST3K, defend it from Darth Vader using only the force and cover from Han Solo, and then talked to some British blonde girls about game shows.

It was coherent while I was there.

One dream involved me debating with a high school friend who recently graduated from UCLA. When I went up to get more food, he said something - it involved someone named Hickman; probably Jonathan Hickman, knowing me - that made me turn around and point & laugh at him.

I forgot the other one. Fuck I hate not remembering dreams.

Hey what is this thread doing on page 9, get off page 9 thread.

I have really weird dreams. I've thought about sharing some of them with you guys, but damn they are weird. And sometimes it's personal stuff you wouldn't get.

>>253350
I never remember my dreams, just the vague sense of the emotions related to them.
Last night I dreamed something along the lines of keeping a secret from a company, but all the details escape me.

>>264501
Sometimes I'll forget my dreams entirely, then remember them later in the day, or even days later. Try writing them down after you wake up.

I was elected president. Then I wasn't president.

>>264499

It was on page 9 because there was a different dream thread,

Cyborg Muppet Babies singing to keep an evil world sealed in a toilet. And then Garfield and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles try to stop the Holocaust. I thought it was a great idea, so I told myself to remember it when I woke up.

Then I notice I was aware that I was dreaming, and that's when I realized I attained THE NEXT LEVEL.

>>264634
Did you also invent the Internet?