Dreams

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 had a nightmare once I was colonel having a nightmare, and it was terrifying
 
Once I was in this office building on the 5th floor or something, and then there was a two story building next to ours on fire, and some people from my building were shooting gumballs at it with some kind of gumball shooting machine gun, and then they gave up and I saw 4 big gumballs, two said "Fire", one said "Explode", and one said "Enough" so I threw the first Fire one at the burning building, and the fire got bigger. Then I threw the Explode one and the whole second story blew up, but the fire stopped. Then I threw the other fire one and the fire started again, then I threw Enough and it stopped burning.

And all the big gumballs looked like the "Easy Button" in the Staples commercials.
 
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!

Tell me about your mother.
 
I once had a dream that started off in a Waffle House. I went outside after arguing with my friends and came to a fence for a houses yard next to the waffle house. In the yard was a baby. This baby stood up and told me to follow it into the house. I did, because I knew this baby was my uncles even though he doesn't have one (sept the one that died with the mother many years ago, maybe it is connected) anyway I followed it to the house's door and he walked through the closed door. I then began banging on the door trying to open it and follow the baby. I kick the door open and find my uncles girlfriend sitting in a chair facing a closet. I look at her and ask where the baby went and she says nothing. I then see the closet door has blood leaking from under it. I open it to find my uncle, in many pieces and hanging from wires. I turn around, his girlfriend is up and has a knife. I have a really long and vicious battle with her and grab the knife and slit her throat like five times before she dies. Then the baby returns and tells me to follow it again. I do and go upstairs with it. I then find out my mother killed my uncle and and was brain washing the other woman. So I have a ninja battle with her ending with me blowing her head off point blank with a pistol grip, sawn off shotgun. The house melts around me and I wake up in my bed.
 
Most of my dreams involve me striking out. Not even in my dreams... :(

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.
Oh, and I really wanna get with your sister.


My hobby: Splicing completely unrelated comic strips together.
 
My dreams either come true, or they are just random thoughts.
 
The green dreams are unnerving...they have a tendency to come true in one form or another.
 
I had the weirdest one last night. There were these 2 men sitting somewhere in military fatigues, and Im telling them that all my life, I want the apocalypse to happen, so I can survive it and be the leader of a gang of pillagin, plundering and murdering bandits.

Kinda like a biker outfit, except with good bikes (so no harleys) and assault vehicles.

Then in the second part of my dream, Al Gore was sitting next to me and telling me the etymology of all racial slurs there are in american english.

I remember telling him "leave me alone Al, I need to get some sleep, gotta get up in a few hours for work...!".

How do you like them apples!
 
a dog attacking my throat..


woke up, hand knotted around bedsheets, around neck!
 
Me meeting Padma, what a nightmare :scared:

As in?
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Cause I wouldn't call that a nightmare!:lol:
 
I once dreamed that all my fellow students in my class come to my house and started working on some machine in the abandoned horse-pasture. A really hot girl in my class had sex with me! (That's something I only think about in my dreams.) But then I found out what they had been working on; a massive machine that could spawn Babales, Tanks and maybe even worse! My fellow students had fallen in deep coma with their brains connected to the machine, except one that was standing guard. So I took my father's shotgun and shot him! Then I woke up.
 
I had a wierd one a while back. I was dreaming of being in my bedroom at night, with the light out. I was lying in bed. Naturally, it felt very real, lol.

Anyway, I felt my feet get cold, but they warmed up when I moved them, and then got cold when I put them back. I crawled down to the bottom of my bed to explore this cold patch, and felt my head get cold as I leaned into it. Then I saw a distant ghostly figure of a man (like I was staring through my wall at something much further away).

Well, I "woke up", only I didn't really wake up, the dream kind of reset. I was back lying down. I crawled back to the cold patch and looked again. This time I saw a ghostly woman, and she was much closer.

I "woke up" again, and again crawled back to the cold patch and looked into it. This time I saw a ghostly little girl, and she was very close. She turned and looked at me and said something (not sure what).

I "woke up" again for the last time. It was different this time, I was standing beside my bed and the light was on, but I could still feel the cold patch of air at the bottom of my bed. I stepped towards it, looking into it, but I didn't see anything. Suddenly, I felt two cold hands around my neck and a weight on my back. I shook myself until I felt it was gone. I fell to my knees, but turned as I dropped.The ghostly girl was crouching behind me and staring at me. I really did wake up then, and completely jumped out of my skin. Its been years since I had a dream that spooky.
 
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