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LoLo
I just think sometimes it's fun to share strange dreams, so a thread discussing them might be fun.

Last night's dream for me was sex in a bouncy house. So odd yet entertaining.
voices_in_my_head
I wanna have sex in a bouncy house! Or really any giant inflatable thing.

I have really super-odd and vivid dreams all of the time.

Most recently, I dreamed that I was conquering a kingdom with the help of my dog, and whenever the evil people attacked us, I just hopped on her back and we flew away.
Hobbes
Since many of my dreams have at least a few moments within the realms of bizarre, this thread will no doubt become my new home.

Having said that, I didn't remember any this morning, so I shall have to return at a more useful time smile.gif
gothictheysay
I just took a nap and had SO MANY but they are slipping through my fingers. I was at some sort of convention where I was wearing a ridiculous princess costume. I had my ears pierced up top and had to keep on these huge cliplike things on my ears in order to keep the piercings in. One fell out and I was told that the fireman's hose wouldn't fit through the hole but my regular earring would. blink.gif Also a football game? I was wandering around my apartment and didn't know where rooms where and kept having fainting spells. My sister doesn't live with me but her and my father were there and I ran into my sister kissing her boyfriend instead of opening the door to the pantry. Sometimes I like to remember my dreams because they are interesting... these were mostly just scarring...
LoLo
Last night's dream was a combo of working on pieces of a book I'm designing and being a part of the show House. In the House dream, House and Cuddy were together, though House was actually a house husband who had 2 kids of his own and Cuddy was the stepmom and I don't know what she did. For some reason the step children hated Cuddy and that created issues. House was very open with his children and often told them when he was going to go have sex with Cuddy. I was there too, but usually just watching the goings on in the house and for some reason sleeping on the floor of their bedroom. Every once and awhile there would be a break in there story and I would just be designing various parts of my book.
Hobbes
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 19 2010, 03:07 PM) *
Last night's dream was a combo of working on pieces of a book I'm designing and being a part of the show House... Every once and awhile there would be a break in there story and I would just be designing various parts of my book.


Oh! Is this going to be one of those dreams that you will mention forever more, when you are a hugely successful designer?

<LoLo> "Well, when I was doing my course, I was stuck with the design for a book. And then, one night, I had a flash of inspiration within a dream, and when I awoke I was able to piece everything together into an article that became the greatest design ever seen. And that is how I got to where I am today: sitting here, talking to myself... watching House..."

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LoLo
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 19 2010, 07:50 AM) *
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 19 2010, 03:07 PM) *
Last night's dream was a combo of working on pieces of a book I'm designing and being a part of the show House... Every once and awhile there would be a break in there story and I would just be designing various parts of my book.


Oh! Is this going to be one of those dreams that you will mention forever more, when you are a hugely successful designer?

<LoLo> "Well, when I was doing my course, I was stuck with the design for a book. And then, one night, I had a flash of inspiration within a dream, and when I awoke I was able to piece everything together into an article that became the greatest design ever seen. And that is how I got to where I am today: sitting here, talking to myself... watching House..."

tongue.gif


Yes.
Hobbes
It was only during a drive home this evening that I recalled last night's dream.

It consisted of a sudden flood hitting the world, and the water began spilling towards me. I was struggling with my keys, to try and lock up the shop where I work, but in the end gave up and started running.

Eventually, a group of us found ourselves at a large building somewhere, which was safe. We had perhaps been swept there by the water, or just ran all the way - I don't remember. I manage to somehow get in touch with my girlfriend (thus proving it is a dream, haha!) who had also escaped the flood, but was in a completely different location.

The water had gone, by this point, but for some reason nobody was particularly bothered about going back to their homes.

And that was about it...
LoLo
I think last night's dream was caused by my mom watching the Italian Job last night and then me stressing out about my book. It seems to be making a lot of appearances in dreams lately.

The majority of my dream was about my high school friends and I coming up with this elaborate plan to break into the public swimming pool to swim and then steal some stuff. We all had Jets Jackets kind of like these, only shiny, so that we would know where we were at all times. For some reason mine was orange instead of green though, and everyone else had green jackets. We were about to make a move, while we were all gathered around this gigantic table listening to the head of the public pool make a big speech when suddenly some evil mastermind (that the head of the public pool seemed to know about) set off a bomb underneath us all (which managed to not hurt anyone) and the head of the public pool told us all to run. I somehow managed to jump across the table and get to the door (because we were suddenly inside where we had previously been outside by a pool), I turned into Don Cheadle (but was still in my orange Jets jacket) and just ran.

After everything calmed, I was myself again and somehow Hobbes got a hold of my book file and was making the gray pages in my book do calisthenics.

That was one very weird dream.
Phyllis
Last night I dreamed that there was a radio show taking place in my uterus.

blink.gif

The host was Joan Cusak. I was sitting in on the show (how did I get in there?!), along with a bunch of people I went to high school with, and someone had built a big classroom for us to use. Joan passed out some woodworking magazines to everyone who was there, and if you reached inside the magazine, you could pull the various projects out and look at them. When I saw a picture of a cradle, I couldn't figure out how it was put together, so I yanked it out. I wasn't really interested in the cradle; I just wanted to see how it was assembled.

Joan chose that moment to wander past my desk. She said, "Oooh, is this the plural Mrs. [moop's surname]s?" to me. I told her yes, even though I never took his name and wasn't sure what made me "plural." She started gushing over the cradle (which annoyed me, since I kept trying to tell her I didn't want it) and demanding to see all of my scented candles.

Oh, and then snoo and her boyfriend showed up, talking about ordering a dog from the US. He insisted shipping would only cost $5, no matter how many times I told him that the process of moving a live animal internationally could cost thousands. When my predictions about the cost ended up being right, he got angry and asked why I didn't warn him that it'd be so expensive.

Then moop's alarm went off in the real world, and now here I am, at almost 7 AM, still sort of half-asleep and wondering if this post is going to make any sense at all. Probably not, because the dream didn't!
LoLo
QUOTE (Phyllis @ Nov 21 2010, 10:55 PM) *
Last night I dreamed that there was a radio show taking place in my uterus.

blink.gif

The host was Joan Cusak. I was sitting in on the show (how did I get in there?!), along with a bunch of people I went to high school with, and someone had built a big classroom for us to use. Joan passed out some woodworking magazines to everyone who was there, and if you reached inside the magazine, you could pull the various projects out and look at them. When I saw a picture of a cradle, I couldn't figure out how it was put together, so I yanked it out. I wasn't really interested in the cradle; I just wanted to see how it was assembled.

Joan chose that moment to wander past my desk. She said, "Oooh, is this the plural Mrs. [moop's surname]s?" to me. I told her yes, even though I never took his name and wasn't sure what made me "plural." She started gushing over the cradle (which annoyed me, since I kept trying to tell her I didn't want it) and demanding to see all of my scented candles.

Oh, and then snoo and her boyfriend showed up, talking about ordering a dog from the US. He insisted shipping would only cost $5, no matter how many times I told him that the process of moving a live animal internationally could cost thousands. When my predictions about the cost ended up being right, he got angry and asked why I didn't warn him that it'd be so expensive.

Then moop's alarm went off in the real world, and now here I am, at almost 7 AM, still sort of half-asleep and wondering if this post is going to make any sense at all. Probably not, because the dream didn't!


I think this can be interpreted in two ways. The first is that you have penis envy. The second is that you hope to give birth to a radio DJ some day.
Hobbes
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 21 2010, 04:13 PM) *
After everything calmed, I was myself again and somehow Hobbes got a hold of my book file and was making the gray pages in my book do calisthenics.


Blimey, I am a troublesome sort indeed!

All it shows is that NOBODY IS SAFE FROM ME...
Hobbes
Well... this morning's dream was an oddity...

I walked out of a convenience store, where I had just dropped off a delivery, and got into a car on the side of the road. An old woman was inside, and I heard a phone start ringing. She picked up a calculator, pressed a few buttons in a rather dazed manner, but the phone/calculator kept ringing. She then tugged at a litttle flat on the front of it, and it opened up a little more, answering the call. It was her carer, wanting to check in on her. She spoke for a few moments, then promised to call back in a couple of minutes.

I sat for a while, then realised how late it was in the day, and suddenly realised that I had also missed out lots of the deliveries I should have done. I begun to panic a little, and then phone rang again.

The old woman struggled with the phone some more, and I tried to point out that she hadnt opened up the flap on it yet, but she kept ignoring me, and eventually the phone stopped ringing. We stepped out of the car, and went into her house, where she transformed into my ex-girlfriend, and requested sex...

o.O
LoLo
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 23 2010, 09:39 AM) *
where she transformed into my ex-girlfriend, and requested sex...

o.O


Was it bouncy house sex?
Hobbes
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 25 2010, 03:59 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 23 2010, 09:39 AM) *
where she transformed into my ex-girlfriend, and requested sex...

o.O


Was it bouncy house sex?


Not even sad.gif

And it was only a request... I woke up before the good stuff...
LoLo
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 25 2010, 10:29 AM) *
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 25 2010, 03:59 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 23 2010, 09:39 AM) *
where she transformed into my ex-girlfriend, and requested sex...

o.O


Was it bouncy house sex?


Not even sad.gif

And it was only a request... I woke up before the good stuff...


I hate it when that happens.
SPEAKERfortheLOST
Was there at least some kinky background music suddenly?
Hobbes
QUOTE (SPEAKERfortheLOST @ Nov 25 2010, 08:04 PM) *
Was there at least some kinky background music suddenly?


There is ALWAYS a loop of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka" in my head at all times smile.gif
Phyllis
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 25 2010, 08:19 PM) *
There is ALWAYS a loop of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka" in my head at all times smile.gif

You sure you don't mean "nom nom nom nom nom nom?"
LoLo
QUOTE (Phyllis @ Nov 25 2010, 12:21 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 25 2010, 08:19 PM) *
There is ALWAYS a loop of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka" in my head at all times smile.gif

You sure you don't mean "nom nom nom nom nom nom?"


Nothing is sexier than "nom nom nom nom nom nom."
Hobbes
QUOTE (Phyllis @ Nov 25 2010, 08:21 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 25 2010, 08:19 PM) *
There is ALWAYS a loop of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka" in my head at all times smile.gif

You sure you don't mean "nom nom nom nom nom nom?"


That too...

My head is a veritable cavalcade of mixed symphony
Tarantio
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 25 2010, 06:29 PM) *
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 25 2010, 03:59 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 23 2010, 09:39 AM) *
where she transformed into my ex-girlfriend, and requested sex...

o.O


Was it bouncy house sex?


Not even sad.gif

And it was only a request... I woke up before the good stuff...


That happens to me FAR too often... *mumblegrumblecan'tevengetanyinhisownheadgrumble*
SPEAKERfortheLOST
then clearly you need the 'loop of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka"' playing in your head too...
Hobbes
QUOTE (SPEAKERfortheLOST @ Nov 26 2010, 03:19 AM) *
then clearly you need the 'loop of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka"' playing in your head too...


Perhaps I should begin marketing brain-implants that are actually tiny speakers, picking up a stream of "boom-chukka-chukka-boom-chukka-chukka" for the involuntarily chaste, and "nom-nom nom-nom nom-nom nom" for when food enters the mouth.
LoLo
Last night's dream was again a very strange montage of events.

I was my age now, but for some reason I was going to high school. I had just come back from my winter break and was in a panic because apparently I had gotten into such a cleaning rage over the break, that I threw away the orange folder that had my class schedule in it. I wasn't sure what was distressing me more, the fact that I could forget where my classes were over the short winter break, or the fact that I was going to be late for school because I couldn't find my schedule.

I finally got to the point where I had contacted someone at the school who was going to give me my schedule, but they insisted that they take me on a school tour, which was most likely going to make me late for my first class. As I was grabbing my empty backpack though, I stopped to watch some TV report about how Sarah Palin was begging her son not to make the mistakes that she did, and to trust the computer.

I arrived at school and met up with the person who was going to take me on the tour, when my Aunt was magically there. She was trying to assist the tour guide by removing a bead from her scarf, but unfortunately she didn't need the bead removed, but needed a sharpie broken in half instead. My aunt took her own sharpie and drew a line around the one she needed to break, because apparently that would score the pen to make it easier to break. She broke it and ink ended up everywhere.

Then suddenly Jeffery Donovan and Eliza Dushku were making a movie together in front of me. Jeffery Donovan's character decided to use my aunt's sharpie trick and used it to score Eliza Dushku's character's finger for its removal.

The End.
Hobbes
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 26 2010, 03:45 PM) *
I wasn't sure what was distressing me more, the fact that I could forget where my classes were over the short winter break, or the fact that I was going to be late for school because I couldn't find my schedule.


I used to have a LOT of dreams about being late, or unprepared, for school. I still have them occasionally, but they occurred more often was I was in full-time education.

Fairly common theme, I think.

QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 26 2010, 03:45 PM) *
Then suddenly Jeffery Donovan and Eliza Dushku were making a movie together in front of me.


LoLo, any post that links to an image of Eliza Dushku wins points! 5 Hobbes Points coming your way (redeemable at any Hobbes-approved outlet).

And any dream that features Eliza Dushku... should be MY dream, not yours, so gimme!
just me
Wish I could remember them all, and write them down, but if I did they would probably be used against me, and I'd be sent to a looney bin...

One that remains vivid from many years ago started with skinny dipping with Sarah Michelle Gellar in a flooded field. For some reason the croc from Lake Placid was in it so I got out and hid on top of a house. As i looked down the croc was walking down the street on its back legs, Godzilla style. My mum and sister were just standing in the road, blind folded, for some reason. I shouted at them to move, but instead they got squashed.

Thats as much as I remember, bizarre...
LoLo
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 26 2010, 08:16 AM) *
And any dream that features Eliza Dushku... should be MY dream, not yours, so gimme!


You want a dream where she gets her finger cut off? Well I guess you could use that DNA to clone her and have an army of Eliza Dushkus.
Hobbes
QUOTE (just me @ Nov 26 2010, 04:25 PM) *
One that remains vivid from many years ago started with skinny dipping with Sarah Michelle Gellar in a flooded field.


QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 26 2010, 04:35 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 26 2010, 08:16 AM) *
And any dream that features Eliza Dushku... should be MY dream, not yours, so gimme!


You want a dream where she gets her finger cut off? Well I guess you could use that DNA to clone her and have an army of Eliza Dushkus.


Dushkus, AND Gellars please...
LoLo
I don't remember mine last night, but I do remember waking up thinking I had a big black bumble bee in my shirt. blink.gif
Hobbes
Last night I dreamt that I had two triangular portions of my fringe which had turned very, very, blonde. In my mind, this was the equivalent of going grey, and I became extremely upset and agitated by the fact that I was suddenly showing my age with such clarity... I became desperate to find a way to hide them, and wanted to dye my hair as soon as possible.

Hobbes is getting ooooold...
LoLo
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 27 2010, 08:20 AM) *
Hobbes is getting ooooold...


You're not old, you're still a young whippersnapper. *shakes cane at Hobbes*
Hobbes
QUOTE (LoLo @ Nov 27 2010, 04:48 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 27 2010, 08:20 AM) *
Hobbes is getting ooooold...


You're not old, you're still a young whippersnapper. *shakes cane at Hobbes*


Well, okay, sure... not as old as you... but still...

*hugs* <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

*hides*
Hobbes
So... a few dreams last night.

---

I am at the bottom of a multi-story carpark, full of cars, but empty of people. I am aware that my friend uses this car park for his work, and so I think I shall surprise him by tapping on his car as he drives past. Suddenly, the place fills up with people as everyone leaves work, and I have to jostle my way through everyone. I see my friend wandering along, and I don't want him to see me yet, so I try and keep to his side. He gets in someone else's car (presumably - my dream self thinks - because he has been drinking at work today) on the passenger side, and a work colleague gets in and starts to drive. I try to make it to his car window and tap on it...

---

I am in my own car, parking in a small car park by the sea at Clacton (oh no, this dream is already turning into a nightmare! wink.gif). I am there to take photographs of the beach and the pretty sunset which is on display. As I park, I notice that there's some better spaces alongside the promenade, so I move the car again and park there. By this time, the sun has gone down, and I am struggling to take decent photographs of anything in the low light - long exposure times and a lack of tripod causing blurry images. I try to rest the camera on a wall to make it stable, but I don't have much luck.

---

The final dream is now only fragments in my mind. I vaguely recall being at a school, and seeing people walking along scaffold-type structures. There's a wall with a large window in it, which looks into a big tank of water, and a shark swims past. At some point I begin to sing, "Oh I Just Can't Wait To Be King" from The Lion King. Everyone seems impressed by my singing, and I continue to the final climatic notes. I hit the very last note a little flat, and end up having to improvise around it to try and cover up my mistake.
Phyllis
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Nov 26 2010, 04:16 PM) *
I used to have a LOT of dreams about being late, or unprepared, for school. I still have them occasionally, but they occurred more often was I was in full-time education.

Fairly common theme, I think.

Yup! I have them all the time. Usually they're set in the old high school in my home town, which collapsed during an earthquake. I never attended that school (I was 10 when the building was condemned), and I entered it maybe twice in my life. In the dreams, I almost always end up having a panic attack in a dimly lit locker room that looks like the locker rooms from my elementary school. Then I stumble across a Mysterious Door of Mysteriousness and find a series of ladders and ropes that I have to cross to get to Math or Sociology. I don't know why Sociology features so heavily in my dreams about being late/unprepared for school. Math, I understand. Ten years later, I remember almost nothing from Pre-Cal, but I only took Sociology for a semester.

I can't remember much of my dream from last night, but I know that I spent the majority of it hiding from a screaming mob/trying to find other forumites with Mata. No idea who the mob participants were or why they were chasing us. I'm guessing I was visiting him, because as we were trying to avoid the mob, we stumbled across a kid with his finger stuck in a dike, saving the village from a flood... huh.gif
Hobbes
QUOTE (Phyllis @ Nov 28 2010, 11:17 AM) *
Then I stumble across a Mysterious Door of Mysteriousness


The missing Harry Potter book...

Harry Potter, and the Mysterious Door of Mysteriousness.

Although, in the US, it will be released as Harry Potter & The Interesting Door.
LoLo
My friend Jake wanted sex despite him having a girlfriend and I was ok with that. He wouldn't let me be on top though, because I was too ugly.

Woo self esteem issue dreams! laugh.gif
Tarantio
I was visiting my dad, who for some unknown reason was back together with his second wife and her two boys, none of whom I've seen for years. It was some sort of weird family reunion type thing, or maybe it was christmas, or maybe it was easter (there was a lot of chocolate at the event). The elder son's girlfriend was present, and the younger's boyfriend (last I checked, he wasn't gay, but that was a long time ago), and the three of us had a heart to heart about whether or not I hated them for leaving. It was all very mature, quite unlike them from the past. Oh, and it started out being in their old house too, but it was a two-story now and there were weird office buildings in the street; we left for the two young couples to go catch a bus to somewhere, and I walked one of the dogs, Robbie. When I asked where they were going, they replied "a confetti throwing" which I thought sounded like "perth road" at first, but they corrected me, saying there was a navy march going on somewhere and they were off to throw confetti over it. We got to the bus and they insisted I come with them after realising the people following us were a bunch of neds intent on mugging me once they had gone.

0_0
Hobbes
QUOTE (Tarantio @ Nov 30 2010, 11:03 PM) *
realising the people following us were intent on mugging me


Oddly, I've had a couple of mugging-related dreams recently, where I have been both victim and perpetrator.

I am frustrated today because I know I had an awesome dream last night, but I simply cannot bring it back to my memory right now.
Mata
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.
just me
QUOTE (Mata @ Dec 3 2010, 03:40 PM) *
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.


To be fair, it always ends before "the good stuff", so I guess I'm still a sex-dream-virgin.

Not much difference from the real world then...
Hobbes
QUOTE (Mata @ Dec 3 2010, 03:40 PM) *
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.


I've got lucky in dreams a few times... but it's always in rather odd situations, and with odd/inappropriate people that, quite frankly, I'd rather not discuss blink.gif
LoLo
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Dec 3 2010, 09:44 AM) *
QUOTE (Mata @ Dec 3 2010, 03:40 PM) *
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.


I've got lucky in dreams a few times... but it's always in rather odd situations, and with odd/inappropriate people that, quite frankly, I'd rather not discuss blink.gif


Like you and Tara, or is that just my dream? wink.gif
Tarantio
QUOTE (LoLo @ Dec 3 2010, 06:37 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Dec 3 2010, 09:44 AM) *
QUOTE (Mata @ Dec 3 2010, 03:40 PM) *
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.


I've got lucky in dreams a few times... but it's always in rather odd situations, and with odd/inappropriate people that, quite frankly, I'd rather not discuss blink.gif


Like you and Tara, or is that just my dream? wink.gif


Not just yours, no...

>.>
LoLo
QUOTE (Tarantio @ Dec 3 2010, 08:17 PM) *
Not just yours, no...

>.>


*dies*

Last nights dream, I was my age, but I had traveled back in time about 8 years when I still worked at the music store. It was right before I had gotten fired, so I guess I was being given a chance to change the circumstances that led to my termination. I was too cranky and tired to really care though, so I actually was standing up for myself (which is something that rarely happens and very rarely happened there) and so I was just kind of chewing people out. In the end I spotted some kids who were sticking CDs down their jeans (I think they had about 40 CDs a piece) and I got to take all of my frustration and aggravation out on them. Boy Howdy did I yell a lot.
Phyllis
QUOTE (Mata @ Dec 3 2010, 03:40 PM) *
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.

When I have a sex dream, it's either with someone I intensely dislike, or it's with Ste and we get caught by someone who screams at us. I never have good sex dreams.

Last night I dreamed that I went to the hairdressers, and they were trying to convince people to let them style their pubic hair along with the hair on their head. blink.gif They had these pink, sparkly little boxes that they were handing out, called, "A Box for your Box." It had Nair in it, and I had a big debate with a hairdresser (who had one of her front teeth missing) about whether Nair was safe to put on ladybits (it's not). She insisted it'd be fine, and it'd make me more stylish. I decided to just leave, since I was tired of them trying to pressure me into putting depilatories on my genitals, but for some reason I decided to keep the Nair.

huh.gif
Hobbes
QUOTE (Tarantio @ Dec 4 2010, 04:17 AM) *
QUOTE (LoLo @ Dec 3 2010, 06:37 PM) *
QUOTE (Play-Doh Hobbes @ Dec 3 2010, 09:44 AM) *
QUOTE (Mata @ Dec 3 2010, 03:40 PM) *
I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.


I've got lucky in dreams a few times... but it's always in rather odd situations, and with odd/inappropriate people that, quite frankly, I'd rather not discuss blink.gif


Like you and Tara, or is that just my dream? wink.gif


Not just yours, no...

>.>


That was just a dream?

Oh...
Hobbes
I dreamt that I was playing my piano for syuu - occasionally via webcam/Skype, and occasionally she was in the room with me - but occasionally she would play her own piano over me, or play mine as I was, and I found myself getting frustrated.
LoLo
I had a couple of dreams last night.

The first one, I just really wanted to understand some typefaces really well, so I carved them into the handles of guns. No idea why that would help.

The second one, my sister and her boyfriend had been keeping furniture here because they ran out of room, but for some reason, sine my sister's boyfriend's dad had died, they magically had room for their stuff. Because of this, they were loading up some pieces in a truck to take with them, and my mom threw one of the pieces causing some weird cartoonlike fold up where the furniture folded in on itself and got really small, yet didn't break. Once everything was loaded I went inside the house to use the restroom and my sister's boyfriend walked in on me, insisting that I throw away handfuls of his hair that he had just cut off.
Phyllis
Last night, I dreamed I was sitting on what I thought was an unused train in Derby station. For some reason, sleeping on the train seemed preferable to the 40 minute walk home. I don't know why.

As it turned out, the train was very much in use. I got off at the first stop, intending to buy a ticket back to Derby. Yeaaah. The first stop was Saigon. I was a bit dismayed, since 1. I didn't have my passport, and 2. I wasn't even born when Ho Chi Minh City was still known as Saigon.

So there I was, in 1970's Vietnam, and what did I do? I decided to walk home.

Ah, dream logic.
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