Dreams

Me inside a chaotic world.

Death ensues.

Does that describe it enough?
 
There's no hard scientific evidence that dreams exist!
 
My dreams have been absolutely awful lately. I fall asleep for a while, wake up terrified, and don't get back to sleep until near sunrise.
 
I don't have dreams so much as I just think in my sleep.
 
I had a dream. It was a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I had a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I had a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I had a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I had a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I had a dream yesterday.

I had a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I had a dream yesterday.

I had a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

It was the worst nightmare ever!
 
I had a dream that I met a girl in a dying world.

It was all coming apart. Hairline cracks in reality widened to yawning chasms. Everything was going light and dark all at once, and there was a sound like breaking waves rising into a piercing scream at the edge of hearing. I knew we didn't have long together.

She grabbed me and spoke a stream of numbers into my ear. Then it all went away.

I woke up. The memory of the apocalypse faded to mere fancy, but the numbers burned bright in my mind. I wrote them down right away. They were coordinates. A place and a time, neither one too far away...

:)


-Integral

It had to be done.
 
Toni-eeeeee, they called in the night fantasy. Tony-reelooooo! Where are you?

Here, I answered, here by the river!

The brown swirling waters lapped at my feet, and the monotonous chirping of the grillos as they sang in the trees mixed into a music which I felt in the roots of my soul.

Oooooo Tony . . . they cried with such a mournful sound that I felt a chill in my heart . . . Help us, Toni-eeeeee. Give us, grant us rest from this sea-blood!

I have no magic power to help you, I cried back.

I carefully marked where the churning waters eddied into a pool. There the catfish would lurk, greedy for meat. From my disemboweled brothers I took three warm livers and baited my hook.

But you have the power of the church, you are the boy-priest! they cried. Or choose from the power of the golden carp or the magic of your Ultima. Grant us rest!

They cried in such pain for release that I took their livers from the hook and cast them into the raging, muddy waters of the River of the Carp.

Then they rested, and I rested.
 
My dreams would horrify most to the point of bringing them to insanity. You worst fears are my easiest nightmares. What my mind thinks of in its sleep would make the most hardened killer think about living nice to avoid what my dreams are.
 
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness still another mile
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream
Ill cross the stream - I have a dream
 
I dreamt this morning about missing buses.

Today none of the buses I was supposed to take home even showed up. I ended up walking two miles (three more after that ahead) before a friend spotted me and picked me up. I love having a good friends.
 
My dreams would horrify most to the point of bringing them to insanity. You worst fears are my easiest nightmares. What my mind thinks of in its sleep would make the most hardened killer think about living nice to avoid what my dreams are.

Try us.


My own:

I was captain of a British Man o' War and we were harbored in a small port with piers of bland concrete. We were harbored in a construct with a roof of concrete. For that matter, the walls were concrete. We began firing on a pirate ship harbored on the other side of the port. After a while, my crew revolted and I was forced to swim to the pirate ship. I was then instated as the captain of the pirates. After some time, they revolted again and I swam to a flatboat. A weird boat unworthy of ocean voyages, it was a floating platform of many guns. After a while, our ships were entangled against one of the piers and we began our swashbuckling and fighting. Sabers rattled and shots fired, the majority of all three crews had begun fighting on the piers. Suddenly, fighting stopped. Everyone dropped their swords and pistols.


We had all run towards a door in the side of one of the walls of a protrusion of the construct. Orange light flooded out. As we ran, all the crews joined together, I heard shouts of "Pizza, it's pizza!" And, just as I turned the corner, I woke up.
 
I had a dream I went swimming in some tank and ended up fighting a shark. Although for some reason after I won, I found a green jewel behind it's eye, so it's win win for me.

Also, at some point in the dream someoen was phoning me up asking for my mastercard details, which confused me as I don't have one....
 
I once had an elaborate dream involving otters, mermaids, and Stockholm Syndrome; I don't remember all the details but I put them in the last dream thread we had, about a year ago I think. It is probably my coolest dream ever.
 
The last dream I had (and also one of the weirdest) started with me in the basement of my house (except it was nothing like my irl house, but in the dream it was understood to be my house).
Well, me and several other people were in there when this huge Grizzly bear came in and after we yelled and waved our arms at it it went into the bathroom:crazyeye:
Then three kids showed up (in the dream it was understood they were all siblings though I only know two of them irl) of the two I know irl one is a kid who's not allowed to speak to me and I don't get along with very well now, well in the dream he was about 6 inches taller and massivley gothic. His sister was the same as she is irl... (Except allowed to speak to me etc. I think, though I'm not really sure why they were at my house:p)
Well, I answer the door and "I'm sorry, but you can't come in. There's a bear in my house." They came in anyway for some reason, by now the people I was with at first have issapeared and somehow the bear has gotten upstairs.
My great Aunt (who's about 80) his beating the bear into submission with a broom:lol: Somehow she kills the bear with the broom after awhile and I don't remember what exactly came next.
I just know the dream ended with me making out with this girl in the bed of a pickup truck on my driveway... Which is funny because neither of our families have pickup trucks...:confused:


Weird or what?
 
Once when very young I et loads of sweets before bed, then dreamt I was in Rod Hull(puppeteer with an emu in the 80s)s throat collecting pearls
 
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