Your Dreams

I had a dream that I was watching Batman and the Joker fight and Batman let the Joker go for the sake of shaking things up a bit.

I had a dream that there was a nuclear holocaust (or something like that) and I fell into a barrel of fire that was lodged to it's rim in gravel.

I had a dream that my brother, me, and some other guy were running in circles, in night, in a park, screaming for our mother's. Whenever I opened my eyes I only saw whiteness. When I closed them, I was back in the dream. A repeated this process fourteen times until I finally woke up all the way.

I also sleep walk and eat food from time to time.

I have daydreams sometimes that are ALWAYS a future part of a story I'm writting.

Two nights ago I had the weirdest dream. I was sitting in a box type room and there was one window and suddenly this girl who I absolutely can't stand comes up to me, and I end up shoving her. Well of course this gets me beat up, but she only aimed for my cheeks. Then my best friend showed up and defended me, but he ended up either unconcious or dead (I couldn't really tell.) Then my mother was in my bed asking if she could see my wrists and when I asked her why she picked up my pillow and ran odd.

It's odd that I remember so vividly, but it was so weird maybe that's why.

Last night, I dreamed I was in my own house, at night, being attacked by zombies. Where my room was, a shrine containing the embalmed body of some age-old elder now stood. I was dressed as Interpol agent Bara from Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla, complete with shades and trench, wielding a pair of rather potent-looking magnums. Whilst undead pitbulls beset me and I riddled their pliant flesh with bullets, a red-haired punk chick snuck into the shrine, apparently oblivious to the zombie horde gathering outside. Her intent seemed to be to pilfer the elder's body. Meanwhile, zombies began pouring though the open window behind her. Knocking about in the hallway, I send a few shots into the brute's heads while trying not to shoot the girl. More pitbulls arrive, which I blast one-handed while trying to reload my other weapon. As I am so occupied, the beasts have caught the red-haired one and transformed her into a monster. Some dialogue occurs betwixt myself and it, after which I empty my clip into the creature's face, albeit to little effect. My final bullet blows clean through it's brain, spraying me with dark green ecto-ooze and sending it crumpling to the floor.*

At this point I awaken, feeling quite refreshed.


*Granted, I did not actually see said crumpling. Judging by the beast's stunned expression and the spray of gunk, I would assume crumpling to be the most logical result.

I had this daydream going for a while. I was in Japan taking a summer ghost tour (at night) in some park. I was walking along with the group, and I saw this doll in a kimono sitting by the base of a tree. I pick the doll up and find it's covered in dust. I wipe the dust off and carry the doll with me, thinking a child may have lost it.
As the ghost tour continues, I start to hear this little girls voice softly saying, "Dolly, dolly..." in Japanese over and over. At the end of the tour, I still have the doll.
I'm walking back to my hotel (I still have the doll for some reason) and I hear the girls voice agian loud and clear: "Dolly!" I turn around and see this little girl wearing a yukata running up to me with a man and woman running behind her. The girl reaches up and keeps on saying, "Dolly! Dolly!" I give her the doll and say, "I found it along the path by the tree." (In perfect Japanese mind you!)
The girl grabs the doll and hugs it tightly. The man and woman reach me and the girl. The girl turns to them and says, "She found Ritsuki!" The woman smiles (I fugured they're the girls parents) and bows politely to me. The father does the same and thanks me for finding thier daughters doll. The mother reaches into her yukata, pulls out a little pouch and hands it to me.
I bow politely and say, "It was no problem." The family walks away, and I notice that as they walk away, thier ears grow pointed and tails seem to apear...Thiking it a trick of the light, I head back to my hotel.
When I get there, I open the pouch (made of silk) and pull out a little netsuke (small carving used to hold kinono sash together). The carving is of two big foxes and one little one. A note is in the pouch too. I open it and it says, "Thank you for your kindness. This netsuke will bring you luck as long as you hold it near. And know that the fox spirits will always remember you. You wil always have our protection."

And that's where it ends. I had that one going for a few days. It was fun.

I had a dream this morning where I was fighting with this guy, over a revolver, then there was some dialogue and then I shot him.

I think it's because I fell asleep when the Today Show was doing a thing on how to disarm an attacker.

I had this dream where I met Grammaton Cleric Preston from Equilibrium and we were both were armed with dual handguns with unlimited ammo. We started blowing away squads of soldiers with our gun kata skills and we were having a really good time doing it.

However, Dante came out and started shooting at us and I was like "OMG! WE HAVE TO FIGHT DANTE!!!". We started running back through the hallway screaming like little girls. We jumped out a window and we both died, then I woke up.

(I guess that's what I get for watching Equilibrium to many times)

The man came into dark room that was barely lit and sat down. He scurried to make myself comfortable on the couch and straighten out his suit that he was sporting, complete with a golden Roberto Villini tie (they have good ties).

The man gets himself set and looks over his right shoulder and asks from afar if the boy is ready. The boy comes in and says that he indeed is. The boy looked to be about thirteen at the latest and was topless but wearing shorts and ankle socks. The boy's bangs were in the way of his face and the man smiled and put his hand over the side of the boy's face and gently rubbed it. The man said okay and got up and took his pinstriped blazer off slowly as the boy watched with a blank but thoughtful expression on his face. The man toss the blazer aside and removed his tie and playfully wrapped it around the boy's neck. The boy looked at the tie and held on to it around his neck and the man continued with his collared shirt, his Stacy Adams shoes, and finally his pants.

As my brother, sister, and I were watching this, I said that I hope this isn't going where I think its going. And my sister agreed as my brother yelled that he was going to screw the kid. I went back to watching, and the man pulled out some pajamas from the side of the couch and told the kid to come to him. The boy walked over to him and he put his arms up and the man slipped the top over his head, next with the boy lifting his legs up, the man put the pants of the pajamas on the boy. The man sat back and looked at the boy, who was trying to get accustomed to his new attire. The man told the boy to sit down and the boy looked at him for a brief minute, sat down, and then the scene pans out...

...later on, the same boy and man are sitting at a hardwood dinner table and they look at each other but stared off in the distant space. Finally, a woman comes in with food and sets in the middle of the table and takes her place in her chair. The man and the boy got their respective plates and took some food from themselves as the woman looked on, and smiled with a glowing look on her face. The woman asked how the man's day was today and the man looked at her, looked at the boy, patted his head, and said "either eventful or interesting".



That's when I woke up to my dog's barking. There were two girls outside my door and since it didn't look like they had bibles with them, I safely processed that they weren't with Jevoahah's Witnesses. So when I went to the door to check them out, I guess they got tired of waiting and went on to the next house.

As far as the dream goes, yeah I don't get it either but I guess this is the product of what happens when I watch a lot Law and Order: Special Victims Unit continously.
Peace.

She's in a cage. I know her all too well; after all, we're going to be married.

I'm told that I'm supposed to win her freedom. There're keys in the stomachs of hundreds of people, and I have to find the right key to get her out. However, there's only one way to find the key. I don't care, I'll do anything to get her out of there. So I kill, cut, try the key and it's useless. So I have to go, kill another, cut, try a different key. This one doesn't work. Each time I come back to the cage, she huddles just a little bit further away from me, and her repulsion grows just a little bit more. Pretty soon I've lost count of how many keys I've tried, but there's a rather large of pile of them next to me. I'm covered in blood, and the coppery smell of blood and raw meat is everywhere. I come back to the door each time, and now she looks at me with utter horror. By this point, I know I've lost her. I can never again have her. But by the same token, it doesn't matter now. I gave her up to save her.

So I keep going back for more keys.

I still have this one every now and then. I wonder what it means...

My dream is me and Moe Howard (Three Stooges) were in this strange room. Then, he said I was taller than him [2 inches]. All of the sudden, he asked me to be married.

That was the strangest dream ever.

At least I was able to make him champion again. And good thing he brought back the original championship belt because seeing him in that blinged out, spinning, toy belt would have been just strange.

I was on my way out to watch the fight with the Bronx Bull when a messenger of the S.S.S. came to me and thank me for the job I did. I stuck a toothpick in my mouth and said no problem, its my job and its what I do. I got my girl and went to the fight, where we mingled with other celebrities and had a helluva of a time. But then around the ninth round, when the Bronx Bull's opponent "sure wasn't pretty anymore", I got a message from out of the convience stand guys. Instead of getting me the bratwurst I ordered, he gave me a message that someone (he was nervous as hell when he told me this) wanted to me. I decided to see what this was all about and told my girl that I'd be back in a minute.

In the hallway of the arena, I saw him in the shadows and asked what this was all about. A cigarette was thrown away and he told me that while the S.S.S. thanks me for what I did for them, they had to, in accordance to their ancient ways, had to kill me to make sure no loose ends came back to interfere with their plans later down the road. I didn't react or anything like but I did say that stipulation wasn't in the fine print and then asked what if I refused to be killed. He looked at me straight up and said that my family would be killed along with me. He then pointed behind me and I looked to hear that the arena was in a panic and that my girl had been killed. Square between the eyes, a .45 caliber, real professional and ultra-violent. I turned around and saw the golden gun in his hand and he aimed for me but I was able to punch him out first, grabbed his gun and aimed at him. He looked at me with those cold dead eyes and pleaded that he was just a professional doing his job. And just looked at him without flinching and asked where they were keeping my family and he didn't say anything. In fact, we held our positions for a total of 71 seconds straight, just looking at each other wondering who was going to make the first move.

I then got bored and shot him in the head. People were rushing out of the arena in a panic craze by me as I slowly walked out. I didn't matter I said, because I knew where they already were. I got a ride down to the waterfront and sure enough, my family was there in bondage. They seemed to be knocked out at the moment since none of them were awake and it just started to snow. Knowing fully aware that it was a trap, I walked over to the dock where my family was and then a gunshot was heard. I turned around to see the champion with the other members of the S.S.S. that I worked with come out of the dark. The champion had the gun in his hand and the World Title on his comfortably draped on his left shoulder. The other members started to talk saying that they didn't want to do this but if the S.S.S. was going to succeed, then it was just another inconvience to take care of. The champion pointed the gun at me and said that he was my heavy debt and that I knew that I couldn't pay him and told me to surrender. I told him I that I was still doing the best I can with that and at that moment, dropped a grenade on the dock, kicked it at them and watched the explosion kick things off. They started shooting towards me as I plunged towards some crates for protection as a shield. I took out my own gun and through a hole between two crates, took aim and eliminate two of them. As I was loading another magazine, I heard the champion say "Screw this! We have to take care of this now! Aim for them." I saw that he meant my family and instantly I dropped my gun and rushed over to them and heard a single gunshot.

Just one simple gunshot.

I think it was my sister. I don't know, I couldn't tell at this point but she looked at me and screamed and asked what happened. She saw the waterfront, the crates, the bodies, the shells, and then she saw me and asked again what happened. I almost laughed. I didn't mean too but for some reason I just did and told her that its about the degradation of then sense of realism and nothing more.

And then, like that, I died.

Sorry for the long post but basically, my dream was about how the Solid State Society hired me to make Triple H (yes, the wrestler) WWE Champion and once I did that, they would be able to initate their plan to take over the current social state and remake it as their own. In a sense, they were going after global domination but I have no idea how hvaing me make Triple H World Champion would do that. But I guess that's why its a dream, huh?

Also, I REALLY thought I was dead because of the conclusion of my dream and I was alright with that... but then my mother had the bright idea to wake me up back to the living. I was so into it that in a whisper, I asked myself if I'm truly still alive.

Also, in another dream that I don't remember all that well, I adapted a Japanese orphan and he grew up to be the one of the world's best actors as I was one of the world's best directors. But the latter part of that dream will happen in time.
Peace.

I had a dream where I was in town with my friends, and some chavs tried to beat us up, but my friend turned them all into dancing kirby's. It was really odd.

I have dreams that are beyond the realme of bizzare, such as the one I had a few nights ago. In which I was aboard an underwater research lab, and the crew was being killed off by a killer octopus and I think a giant sea cucumber. And even the kids wheren't spared. And only I made it off. goofy.

I had a dream while I was napping the other day... I don't remember it clearly, but it had bishies, a warped storyline and it didn't make a lick of sense.

Forgive me and the evil double posting. And why am I the only one who seems to remember this thread?

This is a dream I had a couple of days ago. Before going to sleep, I had stayed up till about four or so in the morning.

Anyway, I was with my dad and brother in what seemed to be a neighborhood in Manhattan or Queens. Me and bro were kids, and we were walking along this intersection. (I think we were going to a childrens museum or the Museum Of Natural History.) Anyway, dad leads bro and I to a park where he gets us ice cream. We go back to the intersection and bro and I are sudenly a little bit older and we seperate from dad. My dad is yealling something like: "Don't go that way! It's dangerous!"

The next thing I know, me and bro have become a random brother and sister. They have fallen into a river and are being pulled along by the current. Fencing ang tall plants line the river on either side. The siblings call for help. They pass by a large hole in the fencing, and strong arms pull them out of the water. The arms are that of a king-looking farmer. He leads the siblings to a small house where the wife makes the siblings a hot meal.

Then the scene changes agin. This time, it's at a dance club. I see Yami-Yuugi and Yami-Bakura from Yu-Gi-Oh dancing together while Boom Boom Boom Boom by the Vengaboys plays in the backround.

Then I wake up suddenly, and a second later I hear the phone ringing. I lie in bed with my eyes half open and let the machine get it while wondering: "WTFH?"

Apparently, my sleep deprived mind can be very creative. o_O

I had a dream about a week ago, where I had a pet lion that was the size of a normal cat. Everywhere I went, people would be scared and shout "holy crap a lion!" but I was all "no, it's cool, he's my pet."

For whatever reason I had a dream last night that i had to save Dorothy from something and I don't remember what it was but apperently the 2 of us are friends and I started to freak out cause she starts mutating and then I woke up.

weirder still in all my dreams Dorothy is there not doing much but she's there and always says something to me. Like in one dream were Roger is traped somewere and Dorothy can't save him because she's not supposed to be violent and I tell her "screw that your man is in trouble" I wonder way she's in all my dreams with Roger there to(cause he's always trying to save her.)

i think many people will roll thierr eyes when you read this because i'm a very big fan of alan:

i was dreaming that i was in alan gabriels body... the first part of my dream was when i punched my hand through a large amount of machinery in a garbage landful. i went to the first person i could think of: roger smith. when roger saw me, he was about to draw his pistol. then im proclaimed "what the hell are you doing?!"

roger halt his pistol but still held it in my direction. all i could do was say "you roger smith, right?" i asked. "by hell, you should already know alan!" roger replied in a angered tone. " alan? my name is ariel baron..."

i woke up, i don't remember anything after that.

It was ice cold outside, as the breath exhaling can be visually seen. Its the day after Christmas and after celebrating the occusion with my family, I'm here. In New York City, to meet someone I never thought I would. Especially on his birthday, so to speak.

I get out of my car and make my way over the staircase of the house. It was set up like a fire escape, except it was in the front lawn to the way up to the house. And it looked like a death trap. It was iced over from the December winter but it looked more dangerous than venturing into an anime club without an defense. And I was about to brave this obstacle to head up to his house.

Before hand, I hear a voice from down the street. It sounds not angry, but rather annoyed and paranoid. I made out what he was saying and it was a rant over the Oscars that happened recently. Apparently the voice was mad that Germany's The Lives of Others won and that didn't know what film won Best Documentary. Knowing the answer off head I yelled back that Al Gore's An Inconvinent Truth won. A satified oh came back and said that he saw that and was happy it did. After that situation, I made my way back to the staircase and started to venture up.

Needless to say, I never thought that walking up a staircase would be a challenge especially to those of the faint of heart. To speed this up and spare the details, I slipped numerous of times, scraped my joints, broke a rib and experience chest pains as well. When I finally did venture to the front door, I gathered myself up and made myself presentable and then rung the doorbell. A minute later, a woman came to the door and greeted me and said "Oh, you must be him? Come on in."

And I'd venture to say this was his mother.

She was short but had a sort of stature to her. She had blonde hair and was wearing a green sweater as well. She lead me into the the living room, where it was quite cluttered and into disarray with many items, most I couldn't even make out. Then, my senses told me to look behind me and there was the staircase leading down to the basement. I looked at it in my usual curious manner and then I saw a shadow come up and started to wonder. The figure came no further and the shadow was all I can see. The shadow spoke:

"Mother, is that him? Is he here?"

"Yes, he's here waiting."

"Tell him I'll be there in a minute."

She smiled and lead me to the couch in the living room and went to get me something to drink, where I optioned for orange juice to be fine. I walked over to the coach and moved a various amount of... objects out of the way and sat down waiting for my drink, and for my host,

Then from the corner of my eye, the shadow from downstairs started to move, ascend towards the door and towards me. I didn't move, I was steady, it was just my eyes that moved in its direction. The shadow came and came then the actual body started to emerge as white blonde hair came forth and...

...that's when the alarm clock, of all the times to work, actual woke me up. So yeah, I had a dream I went to X's place after Christmas and Sharpie had a cameo in there as well. I am being warped more than I have known myself and I will be going to rehab soon.

What, everyone else is doing it. :o
Peace.

In my dreams, there're explosions.


A lot of explosions.


And also clowns. Getting kicked in the face.

With bullets.


There we go, a little travel into my brain.