Babbling

[EzraPound]

I am awake yet haunted.  I have had dreams before that have been unsettling, but mayhap because of fatigue from working late last night and a sore back made these the most intense.  The ones I can remember, that is.  First, there was the barrage of dreams that there was a new Tenchi anime series, which utterly fuuuuuudgeed me up.  I have a very odd relationship with the Tenchi animes.  I don't know.  I cannot explain its esoteric value to me.  Sure, you could say, it was the outer space chicks, but hell, that is old hat now, but maybe not then, but something else, something else.  Perhaps it was all about how everything must end, but regardless, I don't need that #### in my head, in my dreams, and then there was the second part of the dream:  Another Tenchi spin off where Tenchi is an old perverted CEO, and guess who else is in the anime as a special guest start:  John Larroquette.  And it was all on VHS.  Everything was on VHS.

Also, I named my son, which who will never exist, Ric Flair.  And then there was Ric Flair.  And then I was dating a skinny woman of dubious asiatic descent.  I know that sounds more like a fantasy, but I didn't like it, it was wrong, warped, false, an obvious facade.

Now typing it all out, it seems so small, but my mind feels like it is still floating in a jar of vinegar.

fuuuuuudge dreams, man.  fuuuuuudge what you can't touch and teases you with the intangible promise of a fantastical hope, of a land of forever, where the sky is endless.

[Llama_Fly_Aardvark]

pfft.

I once had a dream where I was a serial killer. I walked into a house with a family of 3, kliled all of them, sliced them up and put them in a refrigerator. It wasn't exactly fun, but it was something that i just had to do, you know, and I did take a little bit of satisfaction in my work. I don't know if that's how actual serial killers feel, but the realization of experiencing those feelings on my own were unsettling (in retrospect) enough, but then this happened:

Suddenly I switch points of view to become the detective investigating my own case, who happens to be Sherlock Holmes. Watson is following me around, and as I'm exploring the crime scene, explaining my thoughts and deductions to him, it gradually dawns on me that I'm the serial killer. At first I consider killing Watson too and going into hiding, but here's where it gets messed up.

You know how you don't always instantaneously wake up from a dream? Like most of the time, you wake up from a dream, there's a small grace period where you remember it in detail, and then it gradually fades away. but during this time, you don't think it's real, you just wish it were, or weren't. But sometimes, it's a more gradual process. Your conscious mind wakes up earlier, and takes over the dream you, even though your subconscious mind is still running the dream, and therefore your reality. This is what happened.

So I'm contemplating killing Watson, and I realize that i don't want to. I shouldn't. Because now my waking mind has taken over, and it's obvious to me that I could never kill anyone. Except that I have. And now I'm laying in bed, and for the first time, considering the consequences of my actions. I've killed people, and that means I'm either going to jail, or I'm going to run away. Either way, i'm not going to see my family for a long time, and they will probably disown me. Either way, every hope and dream I have for the future is dust now, and the future itself is terrifying and inevitable. I consider leaving a message on my mother's answering machine, letting her know that I love her very much, before leaving the house immediately, and trying to get somewhere safe, because it is occuring to me that they must already be on my trail, and the sooner I leave, the more distance I can put between them and me.

This is my state of mind before a small thought nudges at the back of my head, which says, "you know, that sounds kind of like you were dreaming."

And then the deepest most infinite wave of relief passes through my whole body.

.

mind you, that this is not the only time this kind of dream has happened, and that this is one the least violent and despairing instance of it.

[Buddyroe274]

I hate potential wet dreams where I never seal the deal........One time I had the singer Mya buckinnekkid, and a woody the size of a Louisville slugger, but it was like she had a forcefield around her goodies, and I awoke out of frustration.

I also hate dreams where I have massive amounts of money, or something else of complete superficial nature, and I never get to enjoy it.......I dreamed on time I had the only copy of some new Zelda game.......Somehow they created only one of this game, and I was it's lucky finder.........I drove home feverishly to pop it in the console, but I kept driving, but could never find my house........I was lost on my own street, and once again, frustration took the dream.

I also hate the perpetual pissing loop, though I haven't had one of those since I stopped drinking..........Like 20 consecutive dreams of me going to the bathroom , but never actually going.......I would also be conscious enough of the dream that I would ask myself "am I actually awake this time", and to no avail.........I never peed the bed this way, but by the time I finally woke for real, my bladder would be in so much pain.

Lastly is the I got shot/stabbed/carwreck etc dreams.......I've never been shot, but the heat in my chest, and taste of blood seems all to familiar.......It's weird my my brain can simulate it so vividly having never experienced it.........Also I'm still haunted by this dream about my sweater trying to get off the hanger to strangle me.......Not sure why that happens every so often.

[Ice_Faerie_Green]

Once I had a dream there was a pile of kitty's in the backyard. And I was trying to leave the house, so I kept trying to get into my car.

Each time I would get ready to drive away, there would be a kitty in the car. I'd take it out and put it in the pile. Then, I would be sure the car was empty, go to start the engine and THERE'D BE ANOTHER KITTY IN THE CAR! ! ! !

This dream went on and  on for what seems like the entire night. I even woke up and pee'd. . . and resumed the dream. Kitty in the car, kitty out in the pile. . . OH NO ANOTHER KITTY IN THE CAR? Kitty out. KITTY IN? ?  Kitty out.

IT WAS HORRIBLE! ! ! ! ! !

[BigTimeGemmySham]

I once had a dream where I farted and the whole world blew up. The next day, the girl I was dating broke up with me.

[CharmingCriminal]

My dreams never bother me that much. I did recently have a dream about being on LSD, which I've never tried. I kept trying to find a peaceful place to fry and watch all the pretty colors.

EDIT: I did say I've never tried it, right? I mean, technically I haven't done anything wrong, who ever tagged my post. Right?

[CharmingCriminal]

Where the kitties alive? I hope so. They were, right?

If they were alive that sounds adorable, funny, and fun (though I can see how it would be frustrating). If not...

Also, I have dreams that do that. I wake up, and then resume right back where I left off

[Ice_Faerie_Green]

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BigTimeGemmySham wrote:
I once had a dream where I farted and the whole world blew up. The next day, the girl I was dating broke up with me.

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Was it because you told her about that dream?

[Ice_Faerie_Green]

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CharmingCriminal wrote:
Where the kitties alive? I hope so. They were, right?

If they were alive that sounds adorable, funny, and fun (though I can see how it would be frustrating). If not...

Also, I have dreams that do that. I wake up, and then resume right back where I left off

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No the kitties were limp, decomposing and smelly.

OF COURSE THEY WERE AWAKE AND ALIVE and cute and furry and purring and they were warm and smelled like baby powder.

[BigTimeGemmySham]

N-No. >_>

[CharmingCriminal]

*holds breath*
*reads*
*breaths again*
Whew.... I was scared for a second.

Ok, so it's ok to smile at the dream then? Cause that sounds kinda awesome

[anDaibhalsHusair]

You and I...we should meet.

[EzraPound]

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Llama_Fly_Aardvark wrote:
pfft.

I once had a dream where I was a serial killer. I walked into a house with a family of 3, kliled all of them, sliced them up and put them in a refrigerator. It wasn't exactly fun, but it was something that i just had to do, you know, and I did take a little bit of satisfaction in my work. I don't know if that's how actual serial killers feel, but the realization of experiencing those feelings on my own were unsettling (in retrospect) enough, but then this happened:

Suddenly I switch points of view to become the detective investigating my own case, who happens to be Sherlock Holmes. Watson is following me around, and as I'm exploring the crime scene, explaining my thoughts and deductions to him, it gradually dawns on me that I'm the serial killer. At first I consider killing Watson too and going into hiding, but here's where it gets messed up.

You know how you don't always instantaneously wake up from a dream? Like most of the time, you wake up from a dream, there's a small grace period where you remember it in detail, and then it gradually fades away. but during this time, you don't think it's real, you just wish it were, or weren't. But sometimes, it's a more gradual process. Your conscious mind wakes up earlier, and takes over the dream you, even though your subconscious mind is still running the dream, and therefore your reality. This is what happened.

So I'm contemplating killing Watson, and I realize that i don't want to. I shouldn't. Because now my waking mind has taken over, and it's obvious to me that I could never kill anyone. Except that I have. And now I'm laying in bed, and for the first time, considering the consequences of my actions. I've killed people, and that means I'm either going to jail, or I'm going to run away. Either way, i'm not going to see my family for a long time, and they will probably disown me. Either way, every hope and dream I have for the future is dust now, and the future itself is terrifying and inevitable. I consider leaving a message on my mother's answering machine, letting her know that I love her very much, before leaving the house immediately, and trying to get somewhere safe, because it is occuring to me that they must already be on my trail, and the sooner I leave, the more distance I can put between them and me.

This is my state of mind before a small thought nudges at the back of my head, which says, "you know, that sounds kind of like you were dreaming."

And then the deepest most infinite wave of relief passes through my whole body.

.

mind you, that this is not the only time this kind of dream has happened, and that this is one the least violent and despairing instance of it.

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The POV shift is interesting, but I've had a few of those in different scenarios, so probably not that uncommon.  The violence just seems an instrument of transformation, a means of catalyst.  You expose yourself to a lot of violent stimuli?  Or do you proscribe yourself from such things? 

[Sieg67]

Just because you mentioned Watson.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13YlEPwOfmk

[Tempty_McHotstuff]

i always have weird role reversial dreams when i'm a guy. i'm always chasing after some whore that is too busy not caring about me.

[-Dudeco-]

I once dreamt that I found a lost, expensive, high GB flash drive, woke up disappointed and actually found it hours later.

[little_girl_lost]

i have nightmares almost every night, and most of them are so bad i have trouble sleeping again. My dreams arent realy horror movie or anything like that, usually i just end up in situations where i am really badly humiliated and emotionally hurt. Sounds silly in words but it really is quite devastating.

[Vercaties]

I hate my dreams, they take my real life wants and ambitions and parade them around me to the point when i wake i feel miserable to the fact they were lies.

[valiente16]

I dream randomly depending on how things are going for me and what I have been focused on last. I have dreamed of building a tower made of cereal boxes to escape zombies before and also of being out on a dark night kicking ass with the ninja turtles. Even one in high school where I was dealing with a demoness who was sitting in front of a pool filed with fire and brimstone. good times good times

[westpark]

I met Ric Flair once.

And he wasn't a baby.

[valiente16]

He has super saggy man chesticles

[viperxmns]

The other night I dreamed I had to poop in a not bathroom on this weird non toilet with slats and the poop got on the slats and it was weird. Then I woke up and took a poop on the normal toilet in bathroom and it was a relief.

[valiente16]

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viperxmns wrote:
The other night I dreamed I had to poop in a not bathroom on this weird non toilet with slats and the poop got on the slats and it was weird. Then I woke up and took a poop on the normal toilet in bathroom and it was a relief.

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why did  I laugh at this?

[viperxmns]

I couldn't help but laugh recounting it

Yay hilariously terrible dreams

[TheAltsAlternateAlt]

I had a dream last night that a snake was crawling around my feet.

which I was ok with. cuz I'm not afraid of snakes.

but it was a puff adder. so I was a little weary. 

but then it turned into a brown recluse and crawled on my foot. and I woke up trying to kick my sock off my foot because I'm arachnophobic.