Bluemofia
F=ma
Yes I do. And for some reason, the Nazi dome was inside another building.
Dreams, what have you dreamed about to prove your insanity?
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My mom still makes fun of my dad for the dream he had one night, that their bed was on train tracks and a train was coming. So without regard for his own safety, and despite her resistance, he bravely pulled her onto the floor and out of the way of the train. It was only when her screaming woke him up, on the floor with her, that he realized it was a dream. You'd think she would be more grateful.
Sashie VII
Balance of Power
Is it me, or is it the world cup? 
Hey, my gf would've said thanks for a dream like your dad's Eran, and then make fun of me.
Hey, my gf would've said thanks for a dream like your dad's Eran, and then make fun of me.
AL_DA_GREAT
amour absinthe révolution
You don't need to look at my dreams to realize that I am crazy (I see stuff that isn't there). But you can prove that I have a dirty mind.
Veritass
Emperor
I had a dream last week that was very vivid and made me question what was going on in my brain:
I was a ground-breaking surgeon, and I had just performed the first successful brain transplant. I successfully transplanted the brain, with mind intact, of a 40-year woman into the body of an 8-year-old girl who was brain-dead from an automobile accident. Of course, this was major news and was covered in all the papers.
Now it is a year later, and this woman-girl is making a fortune as a prostitute for pedophiles. She has the mind of a 40-year-old, so she knows what the customers want, but she has the body of an 8-year-old so she can provide it. She does not permit vaginal intercourse, because she wants to make sure that it preserved for later in her life, but beyond that, she is extremely adept at fulfilling all these perverts' fantasies. The tabloids can't get enough of her, and I am barraged by them because I am the man who made it all possible.
The courts have had to deal with the tricky issues of whether she is an adult or child, because there is now a large difference between her mental and physical ages. The courts note that in the opposite case, when an adult ******** woman has the mind of a 12-year-old, the mental age takes precedence and the ******** woman is not competent to agree to sex. In the new case, the mental age is again deemed to take precedence and my patient is deemed competent to make any decisions with regards to her 8-year-old body.
I am outraged, and I am leading a court challenge to stop her behavior, and then I wake up.
[Note that this would probably make an interesting short story if someone wants to write it.]
I was a ground-breaking surgeon, and I had just performed the first successful brain transplant. I successfully transplanted the brain, with mind intact, of a 40-year woman into the body of an 8-year-old girl who was brain-dead from an automobile accident. Of course, this was major news and was covered in all the papers.
Now it is a year later, and this woman-girl is making a fortune as a prostitute for pedophiles. She has the mind of a 40-year-old, so she knows what the customers want, but she has the body of an 8-year-old so she can provide it. She does not permit vaginal intercourse, because she wants to make sure that it preserved for later in her life, but beyond that, she is extremely adept at fulfilling all these perverts' fantasies. The tabloids can't get enough of her, and I am barraged by them because I am the man who made it all possible.
The courts have had to deal with the tricky issues of whether she is an adult or child, because there is now a large difference between her mental and physical ages. The courts note that in the opposite case, when an adult ******** woman has the mind of a 12-year-old, the mental age takes precedence and the ******** woman is not competent to agree to sex. In the new case, the mental age is again deemed to take precedence and my patient is deemed competent to make any decisions with regards to her 8-year-old body.
I am outraged, and I am leading a court challenge to stop her behavior, and then I wake up.
[Note that this would probably make an interesting short story if someone wants to write it.]
GoldEagle
Deity of All Drummers
Holy crap, I had the scariest dream last night...
So, I was walking away from a grocery store strip mall with a 3-story McDonalds/Burger King/Office Building in the parking lot. I was on the sidewalk, about 200 feet away from the sidewalk in front of the strip mall, and this black guy's car starts to get all this smoke from under the hood. He gets mad at everyone, and the cops come...the he takes out a gun. I start to run away, and go into the McDonalds, and he's coming right for it. I go into the McDonald's safety room, which doesn't even have a lock on the door. I get out, and go over to Burger King's safety room, at which point a gun is pointed in my face. I tell them I'm not the guy with the gun, and put my hands up to show them. They invite me inside...a few minutes later, I hear it's all over. I go outside, and I see the guy (who was white, not black[it's a dream]) laying on the ground, dead. Ted Nugent is there, and he takes a pick ase and...well...obliterates the guys head.
And that was my dream.
So, I was walking away from a grocery store strip mall with a 3-story McDonalds/Burger King/Office Building in the parking lot. I was on the sidewalk, about 200 feet away from the sidewalk in front of the strip mall, and this black guy's car starts to get all this smoke from under the hood. He gets mad at everyone, and the cops come...the he takes out a gun. I start to run away, and go into the McDonalds, and he's coming right for it. I go into the McDonald's safety room, which doesn't even have a lock on the door. I get out, and go over to Burger King's safety room, at which point a gun is pointed in my face. I tell them I'm not the guy with the gun, and put my hands up to show them. They invite me inside...a few minutes later, I hear it's all over. I go outside, and I see the guy (who was white, not black[it's a dream]) laying on the ground, dead. Ted Nugent is there, and he takes a pick ase and...well...obliterates the guys head.
And that was my dream.
Eukaryote
Deity
Mathilda said:
nice.Anyway I don't remember any weird dreams I've ever had execpt for one:
It was the only nightmare I remember ever having and the only dream in balck and white I remember too, I was immortal, but whenever I touched someone they would die instantly, so I vowed to stand agansit this wall and stay still for all eternity.
Someone at my school said she knew a girl who was almost 14 and still wets the bed, ocasinally, and every month or so she has this dream:
She's running through a carnivial naked despritly looking for a bathroom but unable to find one with nobody looking or seeming to care about her untill she finally can't hold it anymore and you know, it comes out.
Sounds like a nasty dream to me. Glad I didn't get it when I wet the bed.
Corlindale
Emperor
I tend to forget my dreams after a while, but a few cool ones still stand out in my memory.
I often dream that I have the power of Telekinesis, in some form or other, and these dreams often feel quite real, with people around me reacting with awe as I move objects around by focusing my mind.
To understand the coolest dream I've ever had, you need to know what I dreamt the night before. I don't remember that much about this dream, except that it was about some boats sailing on a bright blue lake, and it was a very, very nice dream.
So fastforward to next night: I'm determined to dream the same dream again, so when I lie in my bed before sleep I focus my mind on it as much as I can.
Now, instead of finding myself in the dream from last night, I discover that I am in what resembles a videostore. I instinctively know that it is no videostore, it is in fact a kind storage facility for dreams, containing all the dreams I've ever had, and some I do not know yet. I browse through the shelfs, and I locate a videotape with a blue lake and boats on it. Then the dream proceeds to become that of the night before, though the dream wasn't quite as great the second time around, but still quite fun.
I have often tried to locate the "videostore of dreams" again, but sadly with no luck
I often dream that I have the power of Telekinesis, in some form or other, and these dreams often feel quite real, with people around me reacting with awe as I move objects around by focusing my mind.
To understand the coolest dream I've ever had, you need to know what I dreamt the night before. I don't remember that much about this dream, except that it was about some boats sailing on a bright blue lake, and it was a very, very nice dream.
So fastforward to next night: I'm determined to dream the same dream again, so when I lie in my bed before sleep I focus my mind on it as much as I can.
Now, instead of finding myself in the dream from last night, I discover that I am in what resembles a videostore. I instinctively know that it is no videostore, it is in fact a kind storage facility for dreams, containing all the dreams I've ever had, and some I do not know yet. I browse through the shelfs, and I locate a videotape with a blue lake and boats on it. Then the dream proceeds to become that of the night before, though the dream wasn't quite as great the second time around, but still quite fun.
I have often tried to locate the "videostore of dreams" again, but sadly with no luck
Once, I dreamt that I was wandering the streets of St. Petersburg, Russia. As depicted in the video game Goldeneye; it is the one level where you drive the tank, but you can get off the tank and explore the streets on foot. Anyways, I was on those streets when Ozzie's scream at the beginning of the song Crazy Train came down from the sky. Then I woke up. My clock radio was set to play music to wake me up, and guess what song was on?
Sashie VII
Balance of Power
Corlindale said:I tend to forget my dreams after a while, but a few cool ones still stand out in my memory.
I often dream that I have the power of Telekinesis, in some form or other, and these dreams often feel quite real, with people around me reacting with awe as I move objects around by focusing my mind.
To understand the coolest dream I've ever had, you need to know what I dreamt the night before. I don't remember that much about this dream, except that it was about some boats sailing on a bright blue lake, and it was a very, very nice dream.
So fastforward to next night: I'm determined to dream the same dream again, so when I lie in my bed before sleep I focus my mind on it as much as I can.
Now, instead of finding myself in the dream from last night, I discover that I am in what resembles a videostore. I instinctively know that it is no videostore, it is in fact a kind storage facility for dreams, containing all the dreams I've ever had, and some I do not know yet. I browse through the shelfs, and I locate a videotape with a blue lake and boats on it. Then the dream proceeds to become that of the night before, though the dream wasn't quite as great the second time around, but still quite fun.
I have often tried to locate the "videostore of dreams" again, but sadly with no luck
Wow
Eran, I've had one of those like yours..just a nondescript dream though. Walking around campus, suddenly heard a song from nowhere, opened my eys, and it's on the radio...
My weirdest dream ever started off with me running away from a centaur carrying a spear. After a brief chase, I came to the edge of a cliff on a canyon wall. I jumped over it, and all the sudden I had a hang-glider on my back. I did a slow turn, and then I woke up. I have had this dream maybe 5 or 6 times.
Edit: Wait no, I screwed up. My weirdest dream ever was where I could fly by arching my back. I dreamed that I floated along the ceilings of the halls in my school. That was the weirdest dream ever.
Edit: Wait no, I screwed up. My weirdest dream ever was where I could fly by arching my back. I dreamed that I floated along the ceilings of the halls in my school. That was the weirdest dream ever.
CaptainF
The Professional Poster
This thread is making me wish I dreamed more.
I rarely ever dream, but when I do, it is usually a combination of a sex dream and a falling dream.
Very odd.
I rarely ever dream, but when I do, it is usually a combination of a sex dream and a falling dream.
Very odd.
i once dreamt i was in a car-park, at night. there was only one
car and i was beating its windscreen with a baseball bat
. its alarm
is going off. the occupant is lying on the floor looking up
a me unconcernedly
holding a book open. i pause, and think;
"jake, your dreamin` again. there goes the bloody phone..."
the occupant [i only thought of him as "occupant"] goes back to reading.
the car alarm keeps shrieking. i start hitting the windscreen again
because i intended to kill occupant. he is still infuriatingly calm [=me]
and smug, reading as the glass begins to give in...
at this point i sort of black out for awhile, then i wake up.
my mother called again, and complained about me missing the
first call.
if that dream doesnt prove my insanity, i dont know what will.
car and i was beating its windscreen with a baseball bat
. its alarmis going off. the occupant is lying on the floor looking up
a me unconcernedly
holding a book open. i pause, and think;"jake, your dreamin` again. there goes the bloody phone..."
the occupant [i only thought of him as "occupant"] goes back to reading.
the car alarm keeps shrieking. i start hitting the windscreen again
because i intended to kill occupant. he is still infuriatingly calm [
=me]and smug, reading as the glass begins to give in...
at this point i sort of black out for awhile, then i wake up.
my mother called again, and complained about me missing the
first call.
if that dream doesnt prove my insanity, i dont know what will.
Last night, my latest in a series (well, two) of dreams reenacting famous battles: the Battle of Little Bighorn.
Now it happens that this was the only battle in the history of the US Army where I was rooting for the other guys. Anyways, in my dream I was thinking how it would make a great movie to depict what really happened, instead of the lame revisionist movie made in the 1960's (in my dream) glorifying Custer. The internal monologue always referred to him as Colonel Custer, since (this was real life, I think) he had only been an honorary general or something, and it was only through his wife's efforts that he was always called a general. Really, he was a colonel. Anyways, here there was lots of fighting and the Lakota Sioux (in my dream; I think it was them in real life also) were very brave, but this victory was hollow as it led to them being too dispersed and weak. They almost would have been better off losing.
Which in real life describes the Battle of Isandlwana more accurately, it was a Pyrric victory for the Zulu as it led to overconfidence, as well as staggering casualty figures. I could almost consciously tell in my dream that I was comparing Little Bighorn to Isandlwana.
Now it happens that this was the only battle in the history of the US Army where I was rooting for the other guys. Anyways, in my dream I was thinking how it would make a great movie to depict what really happened, instead of the lame revisionist movie made in the 1960's (in my dream) glorifying Custer. The internal monologue always referred to him as Colonel Custer, since (this was real life, I think) he had only been an honorary general or something, and it was only through his wife's efforts that he was always called a general. Really, he was a colonel. Anyways, here there was lots of fighting and the Lakota Sioux (in my dream; I think it was them in real life also) were very brave, but this victory was hollow as it led to them being too dispersed and weak. They almost would have been better off losing.
Which in real life describes the Battle of Isandlwana more accurately, it was a Pyrric victory for the Zulu as it led to overconfidence, as well as staggering casualty figures. I could almost consciously tell in my dream that I was comparing Little Bighorn to Isandlwana.
I had a dream where I was in a car with Dr. Dolittle, following a car driven by a mysterious guide (who is actually a character in the book I'm writing). The guide weaves dangerously through traffic. I think, "What does that guy think he's doing?" then suddenly our car does the same, and we start driving at 130mph. Then both our cars crash into a children's playground (into a tree, nobody got hurt). I realize for some reason that the Dr. Dolittle is Muslim, and ask the children if they've seen Mohammed anywhere. A duck walks across the pavement.
The End
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