Seems to me as if most of my dreams are have something to do with what I did/saw/thought during the day. Strangely none of my dreams have ever been me being a professional wrestler. Most of the time I'm always on some adventure with random people and the enemies are uber-powerful and scary.

 

 

 

I remembered this dream from a week ago. The girl I liked was my girlfriend and she was at my house, sitting on my lap chatting with me from morning til evening. Then I went out to accompany her to the train station (Called "LRT" in S'pore) and all of a sudden I was in my boxers and there was this huge container that was filled with some white stuff.

 

 

 

Also, there was one where I was a character in a Halo3-like game and I was frantically dodging some blue spartan's gravity hammer. He collasped due to fatigue and me and my team was about to get some treasure when my mother woke me up. Sucks how I always wake up at the good parts of a dream.

Awesome dream. I've been reading way too much Larry McMurtry. Anyways, to story time ...

 

 

 

There was a lot in the beginning that I don't remember. But, somehow, it's the 1800s, and me, my dad, and my mother are walking through Mexico along the Rio Grande. Somehow we're on the north side, yet still in Mexico, but whatever. We're apparently trying to help an extremely poor village on the other side. I'm wearing my hemp sandals that are falling apart, and getting really mad because there are snakes everywhere. For some reason I don't allow myself to shoot them with my pistol.

 

 

 

We get to a little cluster of very modern brick houses, and I ask my dad why those are there, along with power lines, if this village is so poor? Never got an answer. We find our Dodge truck parked on a highway, and it's a whole lot bigger, so we all get in. Mom's tired, so she gets in the back and takes a nap. I get my lever-action rifle out for some reason, and we drive fourteen hundred miles to Spain. My dad's still wondering, but I tell him, "Don't worry, the border isn't posted between Spain and Mexico." So, we come to a very thin bridge that ends at a 76 degree angle to the road above. We're also on Mt. McKinley, by the way.

 

 

 

So, there's a huge system of bridges just before this bad one, and I read a sign that says "You can't take this with you." So, I get out, get my guns, and start to look for a way across. Then I decide I don't want to wear my flip-flops, and take an extremely long time to find and put on my cowboy boots. Which are very nice. I think I want them. Anyways.

 

 

 

So, I turn around, and my dad's gone. And then I'm with them in the car. Somehow they got over. A Dodge could never pull a 76 degree angle though, so I don't know what's going on.

 

 

 

So, we drive into a park that's full of pigeons to, well, park. And solve some mystery to help that village back there. We're in Plainview, Spain now. People run through the park with books and stuff over their heads ... The pigeons have good aim. So, we get out, and I can't remember anything else.

 

 

 

Woohoo.

Cool dream lent.

 

 

 

Last night I had a rather strange dream where I was the hero from fable 2 :|, I basically killed a few bandits and then woke up.

Sitting cross-legged on a grassy hill.

 

I then willed myself to teleport onto a distant mountain--

 

I briefly experienced being in two places at once, before I whited out and woke up.

 

 

 

That moment was insane.

I had a dream that my hair wax arrived in the mail so when I woke up this morning, I was looking forward to using it :\ I was a bit disappointed when I remember that I hadn't even ordered it yet.

 

 

 

I've had other dreams too where it's left me a little disorientated in the morning. Once I dreamt that my cousin slept over so when I woke up I shouted her name.

 

 

 

Those dreams throw me off par...

 

 

 

Anyone ever have one of those dreams that wakes you up? I did last night. I forget the events if the dream, but I guess I did some awesome because as I was walking somewhere, this really big guy slaps me on the back, you know that kind of "nice one, dude" slap. I felt the impact for real and it woke me up.

 

Yeah, it happens when I am awake too. I was thinking about running on ice and all of a sudden the imaginery me slipped and my leg jerked on it's own accord.

I had a pretty awesome dream.

 

 

 

I was in a lingerie shop alone, doing who knows what. Then all these people started coming in, but I wanted them out. It was like one of those zombie video games where you have to smash the zombies with baseball bats and stuff. I was closing all the doors, but they all kept coming out of one door which I couldn't close, so I had a crossbow and baseball bat to kill the people with. And then Ralphie from the movie "A Christmas Story" was trying to get in. He was down to 7 health points and I kept trying to shoot him with the crossbow but he wouldn't die because he had that puffy coat on. :(

I was at some sort of graduation or ceremony, and some guy was playing "A Knife in the Dark" or "At the Sign of the Prancing Pony" on a piano.

 

:thumbup:

I was in school. I got a 90 on my English essay, which I had thought I did really well on, so I went to extra help. I asked her why it wasn't a hundred. She started looking at the paper and then made a mark on it.

 

 

 

It became a 40. I was like WTF.

 

 

 

She said "You forgot Clavideria." I asked what it was. She explained it to me as a literary element. I was like "Jesus Christ, of course. I'm such a [bleep]ing idiot."

 

 

 

When I woke up, I was like, WHAT THE [bleep] DOES THAT MEAN.

I was in school. I got a 90 on my English essay, which I had thought I did really well on, so I went to extra help. I asked her why it wasn't a hundred. She started looking at the paper and then made a mark on it.

 

 

 

It became a 40. I was like WTF.

 

 

 

She said "You forgot Clavideria." I asked what it was. She explained it to me as a literary element. I was like "Jesus Christ, of course. I'm such a [bleep] idiot."

 

 

 

When I woke up, I was like, WHAT THE [bleep] DOES THAT MEAN.

 

It's your subconscious trying to remind you not to forget clavideria next time you write an essay?

 

And, what is clavideria?

I was in school. I got a 90 on my English essay, which I had thought I did really well on, so I went to extra help. I asked her why it wasn't a hundred. She started looking at the paper and then made a mark on it.

 

 

 

It became a 40. I was like WTF.

 

 

 

She said "You forgot Clavideria." I asked what it was. She explained it to me as a literary element. I was like "Jesus Christ, of course. I'm such a [bleep] idiot."

 

 

 

When I woke up, I was like, WHAT THE [bleep] DOES THAT MEAN.

 

It's your subconscious trying to remind you not to forget clavideria next time you write an essay?

 

And, what is clavideria?

 

No usch thing. I looked it up. No results on Google, even.

I was in a lingerie shop alone, doing who knows what.

 

I don't believe this statement :P

Well, i don't really know why i'm writing this. Hm ok, to a certain extent i do know i guess.

 

This may seem like a strange beginning of a text (and it is), but i came home from the pub a while ago, i don't really know why i need to write This... I guess i feel that i need to "write off" some things and thought i might share some thoughts of my dreaming, and it's not a dream... It is more day-dreaming, something that i do alot.

 

 

 

I often think about moving.

 

I live in a town, 30min north of the 4th biggest city in my country.

 

Ever since i was 10 i have been dreaming and thinking of moving. Not just moving into the city or out to the country somewhere, but abroad.

 

In my day-dreaming during the years, i've thought of moving to Germany, Scotland & USA.

 

I don't know if this is because my older sister lived in England for 10 years, might have had som under-psychic influence.

 

Guess i've always been day-dreaming about different things, wheter it been in school, home, pub or whatever.

 

Currently, i am "studying" a couple of subjects that i need to finish in order to be able to enter a education (network-technician). I finished (highschool i guess it would be) without a couple of finished subjects. And i guess my non-will and lack of motivation of finishing these subjects is the reason i still live at home after 1&½ years.

 

More and more, as the time has gotten by i have been trying to figure out why i'm doing (or not doing) the things i am (without almost any pressure from home).

 

I think i'm standing at the end of the road (as the Sentenced song), because i really must make up my mind about if i really want to finish these subjects and get into my computer education, otherwise i will have to become a construction worker or something (not that i'm degrading that work by any means, it just wouldn't be me).

 

And this comes back to my day-dreaming, i am more and more thinking of either moving to south of Germany, New York or San Francisco. I don't really know why i'm thinking of these places all the time, of these places i've only been south of Germany twice and never to the states. And in turn, this comes back to me finishing my subjects and getting into the [bleep]ing education i want. For USA i wouldn't be needing to read any language, and for german (i am 10% german..., and read 4 years of basic german) i would need to read seriously if i were to move there.

 

I know a couple of people there already, so in that meaning it would be easier.

 

But i don't know... I really have to make up my mind in next week or two...

 

 

 

 

 

If you read this, you might be asking yourself "why am i reading this and what does this has to do with this topic?... I honestly don't know.

 

I really felt that i needed to get this out of my system, and this was the best topic i could think of...

 

Come on, bash me all you want.

 

 

 

Sorry.

 

 

 

Edit: Uh, good morning. Why did i write this lol...

 

Edit2: Yeah Deathdrow, but i didn't think of that when writing this heh.

Well, i don't really know why i'm writing this. Hm ok, to a certain extent i do know i guess.

 

I don't open up much to other people in real life, i have some heavy secrets... But that is something i wont be telling anyone unless i find a wife (whenever that would be...).

 

This may seem like a strange beginning of a text (and it is), but i came home from the pub a while ago, i don't really know why i need to write This... I guess i feel that i need to "write off" some things and thought i might share some thoughts of my dreaming, and it's not a dream... It is more day-dreaming, something that i do alot.

 

 

 

I often think about moving.

 

I live in a town, 30min north of the 4th biggest city in my country.

 

Ever since i was 10 i have been dreaming and thinking of moving. Not just moving into the city or out to the country somewhere, but abroad.

 

In my day-dreaming during the years, i've thought of moving to Germany, Scotland & USA.

 

I don't know if this is because my older sister lived in England for 10 years, might have had som under-psychic influence.

 

Guess i've always been day-dreaming about different things, wheter it been in school, home, pub or whatever.

 

Currently, i am "studying" a couple of subjects that i need to finish in order to be able to enter a education (network-technician). I finished (highschool i guess it would be) without a couple of finished subjects. And i guess my non-will and lack of motivation of finishing these subjects is the reason i still live at home after 1&½ years.

 

More and more, as the time has gotten by i have been trying to figure out why i'm doing (or not doing) the things i am (without almost any pressure from home).

 

I think i'm standing at the end of the road (as the Sentenced song), because i really must make up my mind about if i really want to finish these subjects and get into my computer education, otherwise i will have to become a construction worker or something (not that i'm degrading that work by any means, it just wouldn't be me).

 

And this comes back to my day-dreaming, i am more and more thinking of either moving to south of Germany, New York or San Francisco. I don't really know why i'm thinking of these places all the time, of these places i've only been south of Germany twice and never to the states. And in turn, this comes back to me finishing my subjects and getting into the [bleep] education i want. For USA i wouldn't be needing to read any language, and for german (i am 10% german..., and read 4 years of basic german) i would need to read seriously if i were to move there.

 

I know a couple of people there already, so in that meaning it would be easier.

 

But i don't know... I really have to make up my mind in next week or two...

 

 

 

 

 

If you read this, you might be asking yourself "why am i reading this and what does this has to do with this topic?... I honestly don't know.

 

I really felt that i needed to get this out of my system, and this was the best topic i could think of...

 

Come on, bash me all you want.

 

 

 

Sorry.

 

I would have put that in the reveal confessions and secrets thread.

 

but..yeah. that's kinda. deep. in a sense.

Sex D:

I didn't sleep... I just laid there looking at the stars, wondering where the hell was my ceiling.

 

 

 

Jokes aside...

 

 

 

I didn't sleep though... I was just thinking about my girlfriend

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This.

 

 

 

Came on after Match of the Day.

I had a really awesome dream a few nights ago. This rarely happens to me - to have awesome dreams. But I've been ill these days and for some reason I dreamt some really elaborate and vivid dreams during this period. Usually, I rarely dream events, and words even more rarely. And my dreams aren't usually vivid in colours or anything like that. But this time I dreamt something like a little movie or a commercial ad, for a tv series or movie involving a cool protagonist on a motorcycle, like an oldschool rebel or such (a cross between MacGyver and Highlander :P) Dream involved various scenes with a voiceover and a cool guitar blues riff background music. It was basically about a guy leading a 'life on the edge' and being all unfazed and manly, with a fatalistic edge. Because of his dangerous life, he's had many close encounters, but his closest call happened in Texas, where he met his 'nemesis'. He describes his experience then, from which he barely escaped by a lucky sequence of events, which somehow involved a lizard. His voiceover says with a dry sort of humour 'That's how I became an animal lover'. At the end, it was about him choosing to lead the same dangerous sort of existence, motorcycle and all, with the voiceover 'I know death waits for me in Texas, but one thing is certain, I'm far away from Texas tonight'.

 

That'd make a cool tv series, I'd watch it.

 

 

 

And last night, I dreamt that a friend of mine who moved to America a couple of years ago, died in a car accident. Again, it was a very vivid and realistic dream, so when I woke up I felt relieved it was not the case. I still have that image / atmosphere on my mind, though, like it happens with most nightmares.

Right, this is a weird one.

 

 

 

I dreamt I slept with someone (who I shouldn't of), and rumors flew out, and the only way to make them stop was to confront one person, and almost blackmail them with the lie I slep with them.

 

Really weird dream, and sounds like a sitcom/drama tv show. And its a dream which completely counters my personality too :shock:

I dreamt that I was going to hook up with two awesome girls in a hotel room. It was one of those crazy blurry dreams, so I entered the wrong room that had some hairy guy watching TV on the couch and I couldn't figure out how to leave. It was like I was heavily drugged, smashing into basketball nets (?) and giant soda machines (??) against my will. I don't recall ever making it out, I think my mind just passed onto the next dream -.-

 

 

 

Most frustrating dream ever.

Well... I had an odd dream last night.

 

 

 

I was in like New York I think, but everything was made of chocolate. Everything looked the same, but the material of everything was chocolate, exception clothes. It was really odd...

 

 

 

So, the Empire State Building was like melting or something so everyone was trying to get chocolate from other buildings to put on the Empire State Building.

 

 

 

It collapsed, then I woke up. :?

Last night I dreamed about Starcraft. This is definitely a sign that I don't play enough video games.

Well... I had an odd dream last night.

 

 

 

I was in like New York I think, but everything was made of chocolate. Everything looked the same, but the material of everything was chocolate, exception clothes. It was really odd...

 

 

 

So, the Empire State Building was like melting or something so everyone was trying to get chocolate from other buildings to put on the Empire State Building.

 

 

 

It collapsed, then I woke up. :?

 

Did you fall asleep watching that axe commercial?

 

Where the guy is made of chocolate, and feed his body parts to chicks?

Dreamt about standing a boat full of singing men,and I was preparing to shoot some arrows.Basically yesterday I dreamt about today.

I dreamt I went to school and had a normal Wednesday.

 

 

 

And it's completely [bleep]ed me up, because I can't remember what really happened this week and what didn't.

 

 

 

AUGH.

I was in a stadium type structure except with no bleachers or anything. More like colloseum walls I suppose, light brown dirt, high stone walls. I walk out of one of the gaps in the wall to find bleachers outside of the stadium type structure wrapping around the building. There were some people sitting on the stands, not too many, some of which I recognized, others I did not. They were just staring off into the distance (which was like a fog) not moving. I walked around to find a set of bleachers with no one on it except a girl. I start walking up the bleachers she is sitting on and towards her. A few feet from her, I realize it was this girl I used to date. Her hair turned from almost black (her normal hair color) to a bright red/orange and it seemed to be morphing or something, her hair itself wasn't moving, but the colors were. I then woke up.