Sleeping n' Dreaming

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[Kazakovich]

According to my girlfriend, I sometimes talk in my sleep. Not much of a surprise there, but still. I've recited lines from Spongebob Squarepants. Lord knows what I was dreaming right then. :unsure:

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[AliasTheory]

Have any of your close friends left town whom you lost touch? Do you miss any close family members or friend's who you miss dearly, but not openly anymore?

I suppose I'll just say it right out here in the open...

 

Yes. All of that.

 

Such interesting things dreams are...

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[AliasTheory]

Woah...had another one this past night. This one is so weird.

 

I wake up in the middle of a battlefield. It's indoors, and the walls and ceiling are crumbling and falling apart. The air is dark and moist and hot. I look at my hands and it seems I am in some sort of heavy, armored bio protective suit. I hear cries for help (from people dying) and cries who are my teammates, talking about needing more ammo or something. (I haven't played an FPS or watched TV in a while...guess I like guns.) Standing up, I see these super damn ugly creatures jumping around everywhere. They are small and have no face, and all look identical. They're about the size of a cheap, generic trashcan/recycle bin that you could fit a standard plastic bag over. Apparently these were parasites or some sort, because the fugly little thing would approach a dead body, inject something into it, and consequently the little guy would drop while the body would be reanimated. Think this, but times a thousand.

 

So suddenly my teammates say we need to get out of here since we got some orders to. The whole place was going to be FUBAR in a few minutes and the building is already collapsing. We run and gun our way out of the building, jumping over dilapidated pieces of architecture and pillars of all sorts. We find the entrance, which is a glass door (kind of like to an office building.) There's a ton of biohazard related material on it and it's sealed, but we bust our way out with bullets.

 

We get outside. The world looks pretty cool, analogous to something out of cyberpunk fiction. Very dark and gritty. Everything is tinted with a slight red/copper color. AND, there are a ton of people. Like the amount of people you might see in the center of a big city. There's a small bio-lab nearby and we make a run for that. There is a single scientist inside with a ton of computers and lab equipment in front of him, but otherwise the room is a plain white with gray floor. The walls by the door have wide windows of glass one can see out of.

 

I'm the last one in (just like in real life!) and I try to close the door behind me. Except (once again, like real life!) it doesn't seal shut because life hates me. Everything starts yelling at me to close the door, and just as I do, I fly off my feet. A gigantic explosion envelops the outdoor world, and I watch through the (very resilient) glass as it essentially obliterates that office building place we were just in and the countless of human lives outside. Who weren't even attacked by the parasite. At this point, I can only watch in horror as the screams are drowned out by the sound of the explosion. When the explosion stops, a bunch of brown stuff (probably earth) falls and piles up in front of the glass and I can't see anything.

 

We seem trapped. The scientist person advises trying the back door, so us squad people go and open it. It opens up right away and with ease. But the world outside is familiar, and is a place I know back home. It is actually in the property of my neighbor's house (who had recently moved out.) I crawl across a destroyed rooftop (dimension-defying explosion it seems) and I climb over the wall separating my house and their house, a clear cry to something I used to practice in my childhood. I see a figure on the other side in my backyard, who actually is (or resembles) my mother. I see facial disfiguration and discoloration, so I just know that this is the work of that parasite thing. She tells me, in a freakishly seductive voice, to come and down and that nothing's wrong. But she's dead, 'cause the parasite thing only reanimates corpses. Out of anger and fear, I pick up a nearby brick and throw it. The first one misses because I can't throw for crap. I throw another one and it makes contact with her head, though she remains unflinched. Moments later, out of sudden shock of what I had just done, I wake up. Or so I think.

 

I find myself (in my dream now) looking at my computer screen, looking in this very thread. I click post and everything I wanted to say suddenly appears, but I can't read any of it. I go to my profile page, but paradoxically it says I'm offline. I look at my left hand and I witness an awful transformation as it turns from human to something claw-like, green and totally unhuman, veins bulging. THEN I wake up. For real.

 

I have no idea why I tend to have these long, complex and elaborative dreams which I remember all the time. I think I have problems.

[ub3rman123]

I dreamed that George Carlin got hired to teach my math class..

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[Swordfish42]

I once dreamed that I was in my parents' bedroom. No-one else was there and everything in the room was coloured a shade of blue. I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. On the ceiling was a grid of yellow dots. Which were being slowly connected by blue lines.

 

I woke up terrified. Somehow.

 

I've never been able to make sense of that dream.