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I was hanging out with some girl in a drained swimming pool. She had an acoustic guitar and would sing every now and then.
We both were drinking from big mugs full of molasses, which got you super high, apparently.
I threw a hamburger at her and it stuck to the side of her head. We laughed our asses off.
I think we were actually at a 4chan meetup but wandered off because everyone else was creepy.

I just got a used dual-sport motorcycle and was riding around for the first time with a group of bikers. I didn't even have a license, but you could ride temporarily as long as you affixed no less than six Christmas ornaments to your bike, and they had to match the paint job.
I was mad at my friend (also new) who kept cutting the other riders off in traffic.
The end.

In my next dream, I went to a party this girl was hosting and fiiiiiiinally, after nearly everyone else left, after I had been smooth as hell all night, after we were almost alone, her fuckin' aunt had to go and have a seizure.
The end.

Among other weird things, at one point there were parents telling their young daughter they were going to get a fish tank to which she responded in terror "but I'm afraid to breathe bubbles!"

I was in this giant amusement park located somewhere in Africa but somehow also in England, and I met Jamie Oliver but got nervous and pretended I didn't know who he was, and he sold me a pedal, which I returned at the parks info office because I needed money since there was this girl that expected me to do rides and stuff with her, and I saw this guy I used to go to school with, and we just nodded to each other.

having these insanely real feeling dreams about white cloud like things hovering over me in my sleep.
They circle around like smoke and I feel like I wake up and they run away through the ceiling some how.
I turn the lights on and nothing is there.
At this point I end up awake for at least an hour.

Blaming jet lag I guess

Last night I dreamed that I was getting stalked by a tiny, floating, cartoon looking shark. It had big anime eyes, a really dopey smile, and was totally mute--never made a sound during the entire dream. It also looked to be made half out of candy; the top half was normal shark colors and the belly looked like it was made out cotton candy and twizzlers. The events of the dream basically played out like Fatal Attraction but with Glenn Close replaced by a mute floating half candy shark.
The one scene that stick out starts with me in a dark room at night. I'm peaking out the window through the curtains, the light coming through illuminating my face and making it very obvious that I had been crying. The Camera is facing my side so you can't see out the window, then suddenly I start bawling and fall to the floor. Hard cut to this shot of the floating shark looking through the glass on the front door. Another hard cut and I'm on my lawn, still in tears, with it slowly drifting towards me. When it reaches me, it bumps into my cheek, bounces backward like a pool toy, I faint, and the dream ends.

^thats astral projection stuff right there. strong message. how did you feel? might open up a deeper understanding of the journey.

I also had crazy dreams lately. Either I'm being abducted at times or my subconscious is full of aliens and ufos. Lots of conversations and lucid moments and extra-sensory perception, like it was normal everyday stuff. Sometimes, acting as an idea and passing through time/thoughts/concepts, into pictures or into conversations you're overhearing. Like daydreaming it feels.
I've also noticed a lot of changes in my sleep, depending if the bed faces the mirror, if I go to sleep with a labradorite, and when I pull the plug on all the electric equipment. Dreams change, quality of sleep changes. But so many things happen.. there are no conclusions from my part cuz i have no idea of all what happens, all I witness is a series of changes. - An action/movement which is strangely quite foreign in my everyday life, even tho it seems bluntly obvious to be natural. Everything is, a series of changes, lol.

Once, I was experiencing a dream, and I managed to clear my consciousness of my fears and preconceptions, and out of the most random situation ever appears an alien dude, telempathically talking to me, and his face like "oh god these humans and their preconceptions, I had to sit here for 3 hrs to get him to start meditation so we can talk."

Achtane wrote:I just got a used dual-sport motorcycle and was riding around for the first time with a group of bikers. I didn't even have a license, but you could ride temporarily as long as you affixed no less than six Christmas ornaments to your bike, and they had to match the paint job.
I was mad at my friend (also new) who kept cutting the other riders off in traffic.
The end.

In my next dream, I went to a party this girl was hosting and fiiiiiiinally, after nearly everyone else left, after I had been smooth as hell all night, after we were almost alone, her fuckin' aunt had to go and have a seizure.
The end.

If there was a book of your dreams written in short stories, whether they were one paragraph or twenty, I would buy it.

& I mean that as a compliment to your writting as much as how entertaining the subject matter you dream about is.

I was on one of the islands adjacent to Cuba - I forget which - and I had this big red mech type thing.

At some point I was captured by operatives from Cuba, and they discovered that my mech had a fully self aware ai - the only one of its kind, and something I was keeping a secret.

The dream ended with the president of Cuba laughing manically in front of me while guards held me down, and a scientist began to study the mech for weapons development purposes.

kbithecrowing wrote:

Achtane wrote:I just got a used dual-sport motorcycle and was riding around for the first time with a group of bikers. I didn't even have a license, but you could ride temporarily as long as you affixed no less than six Christmas ornaments to your bike, and they had to match the paint job.
I was mad at my friend (also new) who kept cutting the other riders off in traffic.
The end.

In my next dream, I went to a party this girl was hosting and fiiiiiiinally, after nearly everyone else left, after I had been smooth as hell all night, after we were almost alone, her fuckin' aunt had to go and have a seizure.
The end.

If there was a book of your dreams written in short stories, whether they were one paragraph or twenty, I would buy it.

& I mean that as a compliment to your writting as much as how entertaining the subject matter you dream about is.

Thanks, man. I try to write them out as quickly as possible, so they all kinda follow a similar format. I have a bunch of text files that are basically just 500+ word run-on-sentences that I wrote immediately after getting up...maybe I should save the ones from this thread too.

Busy night.

#1: Obama was unveiling his newly-built royal palace to the press, and although I wasn't with them, I had a front row seat.
As he was giving a speech, he accidentally turned and knocked over a 6-foot-tall statue of an elephant, causing one of its legs to break off. I walked over, grabbed a bottle of Gorilla Glue out of my pocket, and repaired it.
Thus, God-Emperor Obama gave me a medal and citation on the spot.

#2: This was set within the outer wall of some medieval European castle, among the workshops, towers 'n stuff. Some shapeshifting dude was going around murdering people at random in the late evening, and he had finally been caught and cornered by the guards. However, whenever they swung their swords at him, they passed right through him like knives through delicious Jello. Dude dispatched guard after guard, shapeshifting into the form of the person he just killed every time. It only took a second or two for him to morph.

I wasn't into the idea of getting sliced open, so I climbed a tower and chilled for a while, then got bored and decided to jerk it. Real talk. Alas, I was in front of a torch and clearly visible, so that plan was abandoned. Irritated, I climbed back down and heard the cheering of the guards. I turned and saw the dude walking down an alleyway, shifting into the form of another person. This other guy came up the stairs to my right and told me that the guards had finally prevailed and that the murderer was dead.
I had enough time to tell him, "No, he's not," before my head was sliced off.

#3: I was sitting behind my dad on a motorcycle as we rode down a highway. Suddenly, an 18-wheeler swerved from the oncoming lane, through the concrete barrier, and straight into us.
Immediately I lost my sense of hearing and remember flying through the air, landing on my back, and being unable to move as my dad peered over my body.
Flash-forward to the next section where the doctors are trying to preserve my vital functions .
It became a rhythm game, kinda like Elite Beat Agents, where I had to hit all of these different icons in time to an unhearable beat. Instead of getting ratings like "Cool!" or "MAX" based upon the timing, I saw things like "possible brain damage" or "collapsed lung" appearing on the "screen" that was my vision. It was really difficult and more of a survival game type than something that could be won.
In the end, I died.

I dreamed that I found a few bags full of weed, hash and other drugs. They were just lying around next to the sidewalk, like someone dropped them in a hurry. They looked like shopping bags. I took some hash and walked away. Rolled it in a joint mixed with weed afterwards. (Tobacco is for people who have no idea what they are doing.) Was nice.

Afterwards I dreamed like 6 series of dreams, with various actors and stuff. One dream was in my back yard and there were like a family of 4 doggies, they wanted food so I instructed them to go to the forest, they will find food. I will join them soon and then we can be a pack. That dream transformed into me being at a fancy dinner with the Fresh Prince family, and I was me. At one point Carlton was like "dude you went just passed me, why did u ignore me", and I told him, out lout as I was waking up "I was in my own movie" (a phrase in croatian, meaning sth in the lines of 'minding my own business', I was following some bird and watching some guy in a kimono at the fancy place we were at.)

There was a dream in a bank, it was sth you'd expect for a bank to look like in the Fifth Element. Half-airport, half bank-ish. That was one of the first dreams. Even before that, as I lay to bed, I had some CRAZY SCARY lucid sequence. It was so powerful and it totally freaked me out. by scary I mean exciting. All sorts of trippy sights and weird geometry.

i asked my wife for a divorce because I gave birth to our 4th child...the reason being that i dont play enough guitar as it is, and i dont want to take care of 4 children.

interestingly...I gave brith to 4th child...and i could see our first and second child but not the 3rd.

One thing that I remember from my dream last night was that there was a formula for "magic dick". It was something like (length x girth)/3.14 and your results had to equal certain number in order to be considered having a "magic dick". So, I was working on seeing if I qualified and I was shocked to see that I had 13" in length and I looked closer and saw that the tape measure was bent and my measurement was 5.5" too long….DAMNIT

bae got that magic dick tho

I and a few others were helping PetZounds record his EP in this huge ancient tomb. It looked like something out of an Elder Scrolls game. It seemed to be permanently dusk outside of the tomb.
So we drag all of this gear into the main chamber and set up a laptop and stuff, only to discover shortly afterward that the place is full of these anorexic-lookin' ghouls who want nothing more than to rip us limb from limb and chow down. 2 of us die in the span of a few hours, and the rest bail.
A day goes by and it's decided that it would be too sweet a recording spot to give up on, as the natural acoustics are fantastic. So me, PetZounds and another dude venture forth, armed with assorted weapons. I had a really big pair of vice grips. We bash 'n smash a few dudes out of the way and get back to work.
The area containing the laptop and interfaces was above a huge chamber, so it kinda resembled a factory floor setup with the office up top. I watched the recording dude's back while PetZounds screamed into a mic below us. A couple of days went by in this way without incident.

On the final day, I was lagging behind the others already in the tomb. I turned a corner and saw a huge procession of undead dudes shuffling their way in, freaked out and hid for a while. I was like that dude who was in charge of the ammo in Saving Private Ryan, but with cables draped around my shoulders instead of bandoliers and...vice grips.

I gathered my courage and ran in after them. I can't remember any specifics, but we barely managed to beat back the horde of draugr-wannabes.
Uh, the end.