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LORDKAHUNA
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9/5/2007 at 12:58 |
I had the weirdest dream last night, and the fact that I can recall some of the events that transpired in my dream is somewhat of an oddity for me. It’s not that I don’t dream (I dream vividly and in the full spectrum of color), their memory kinda fades away as soon as I crack my eyelids, leaving me with vague themes, emotions and characters.
I think a combination of Miller Lite and Camel freezersmokes (both left by LBP during canadavisits) consumed after cleaning my basement after a huge greywater flood changed my brain chemistry and allowed me to remember a few things about last night’s dream.
Vas and I were waiting in line at a Best Buy type of store, the deal was that they were going out of business and the kooky owner was selling everything for a buck. From the feel of things we had been waiting there in the hot sun for a while, whilst talking about how we were going to motherfuking swoop all kinds of loot.
The doors opened and we were greeted by a big dusky security ape who told us the rules:
1) You had to be blindfolded.
2) You had a teeny little cart, like the ones that toddlers push in grocery stores that sport a little flag stating that they are in fact, a customer in training.
3) You can only have what can fit in/on the cart.
4) If you lift blindfold, no sale for you,
5) HAVE FUN.
And we were off, I was rummaging around the store trying to Tetris various boxes into my ridiculol cart, then once it was full I wandered to the cashier and paid like 30 bux and made off with my loot. The best part of my loot was the two IBM thinkpads. Vasudeva was fast on my heels with a shopping cart full of iPod cases (lol).
Vasudeva> FUCK!
LK> LOL> n00b
Vasudeva> Dude, let me have one of your laptops, I got fucked here.
LK> GFY
And then we were FITE!!!!
It was brutal, we were kicking, biting, punching, gouging, slapping, hitting with chairs and spitting, and it was a drag-through/knock-down Captain Kirk cowboy fight. I fuking hated him and wanted to unscrew his head like a huge bottle of Heinz; we were both teary with anger and had big boogerworms hanging out our noses while we landed fist after fist.
Then I woke up feeling really weird about my buddy, full of residual anger and rage, actually fucking cursing under my breath until the fog cleared and I realized that it was all fiction. Then I felt pretty stupid.
Do you guys remember your dreams; do they sometimes blend into your waking life?
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9/5/2007 at 16:16 |
BBP Foreshadowing!
FITE! FITE! FITE!
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9/5/2007 at 18:10 |
I sometimes remember my dreams, and occasionally, in the process of waking up, have tried to stay in them longer because they were that awesome or perhaps just to see if I could. Usually they are random stuff around a plotline that could make sense to me in some basic way but is still is almost impossible to convey verbally.
The only dream I have ever had that blended with reality happened not long after Terminator came out. The dream was somehow about seeing a Terminator 2 poster in a video store; the significant part about it was that the new terminator was blonde and female and garbed all in a black leather getup a la Matrix. I was so convinced this was real I couldn't fathom that there was no Terminator 2. It took me a few weeks and a period of paranoia, heartbreak, and embarrassment to understand that this was just a very real dream.
My only question is this: did my dream predict the bright future that contained Terminator 3 and The Matrix, or did my dream influence the course of reality and produce a female terminatrix twenty years later? Hell, perhaps my dream subly altered my personal course to join another parallel quantum time stream in which the figure in my poster came to be. Perhaps I did make that right turn at Albuquerque and it was all my fault that that horrible movie was made.
Sorry guys.
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9/5/2007 at 18:40 |
I have a reoccuring dream that a swarm of bats is "chasing" me (its more like they won't stop hitting me) and I'm running blindly through a corn field, the corn is so high that I can see above.
I run straight into a kinda clearing, there is a barn on a large mound, the bats basically chase me into the barn, I am able to close the doors and most of the bats stay outside, a few make it in with me...
There is a big white and red checkered picnic blanket in the middle of the barn with a lunch sitting on it... There's a scarecrow in the barn (which I always think looks spooky, I always fucking wonder why its inside the barn...
I sit down on the blanket as if I'm going to eat something but the scarecrow comes alive and jumps on me, I struggle with it but then there are other things I can't really see... I think they are vampires and they start biting me... I'm always yelling and they bite and bite and then they are gone... and I am laying there in the barn on the floor.... kind of at peace...
I always wake up from this dream feeling pretty good... I always feel a little bit numb...
I remember most of my dreams... but that is the one I probably have monthly if not more... I've had weeks when I was younger I would dream the same thing everynight...
I have tried to lucid dream so often... But I can't  At least not yet... |
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9/7/2007 at 15:19 |
Hey Fuck Why Not... Lets Log 'Em (Dates are the day I write about previous nights dream)
*** Sept 7/07 ***
LK and I own a Driving Range/Mini Putt... The Little Shop is quite disgusting... I never leave the shop during the dream, my asshole GrandFather sits like a child on a tiny stool on the floor, I don't even look at him...
The shop wall behind the counter is open from waist height, there is a tennis court.
LK and I are playing tennis, we aren't very good, we don't have tennis rackets, but rather white flimsy flyswatters. There is a large crowd of people in bleachers attending our impromptu tennis event. They are booing because we suck...
Some pro tennis players show up and scold the crowd, "Hey! I've never seen flyswatter tennis this good, you people don't know how hard this is." (I'm not sure how I knew these men were tennis pros, as I don't watch tennis, but they were for sure)
My Dad is hitting golf balls on the driving range. I seem to know he is always there hitting golf balls, like I am in purgetory and that is what he will be doing forever.
My Grandfather asks where my father is, "He invited me to play ... *fuck he said a golf club here, I can't not shake out the memory* " I doubt my father invited him anywhere.
LK is there and whispers to me that we could "slit him like a pig", I look away from them both at the wall, there is a door. Without opening the door I know that an office lies behind it and yet somehow I am surprised. I think to myself "Sweet LK and I always wanted an office! We could get some good writing done if we had an office..." |
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9/7/2007 at 16:30 |
Vasudeva> FUCK!
LK> LOL> n00b
Vasudeva> Dude, let me have one of your laptops, I got fucked here.
LK> GFY
And then we were FITE!!!!
It was brutal, we were kicking, biting, punching, gouging, slapping, hitting with chairs and spitting, and it was a drag-through/knock-down Captain Kirk cowboy fight. I fuking hated him and wanted to unscrew his head like a huge bottle of Heinz; we were both teary with anger and had big boogerworms hanging out our noses while we landed fist after fist.
Then I woke up feeling really weird about my buddy, full of residual anger and rage, actually fucking cursing under my breath until the fog cleared and I realized that it was all fiction. Then I felt pretty stupid.
Hey bud, you are a fucking cockhole. I have spent the last two nights angrily trying to dream a good revenge, and failing.
I remember a snippet of dream last night where I was doing some kind of work down near the ground, and got a wierd taste in my mouth, one of those odd raw-nature flavors you sometimes run into outdoors. The LBP was saying something to me and I felt grit in my teeth. I realized I had somehow inhaled an entire nest of some small black bug, and was grinding them up. I spent hours spitting out the tiny bits. They tasted gross, like pollen and grass and bug carapace.
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9/7/2007 at 19:01 |
Steel:
LK is there and whispers to me that we could "slit him like a pig"
Wow, I kinda like the image of a blood-lusting KAHUNA.
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9/10/2007 at 12:15 |
C'Mon folks!! Insert dreams here... Real ones... Some are stupid for sure... but let's have a laugh at the crackedness...
**Sept 10 / 07**
I had a few dream sections here though I can't hammer them out completely.
One part had something to do with my brother having to take a train. Sorry thats all I've got on that one.
The other is a little more clear, but doesn't make much sense. I work on a small team who goes home everyday, yet somehow I was working away reviewing logs for some cusgtomer or another, the room is dark, but the light from my laptop screen iluminates my exhasted teammates (Rob and Stef) as they sleep on cots. We must be reviewing logs and sleeping in shifts.
Suddenly I realize that I am really late (like 5-6 hours) for our appointment with a realtor to see a house. I take off to see my wife who is very angry with me...
Apparently our realtor (who is pretty cute) had locked her keys and her cell in her SUV and was stuck out in the middle of nowhere.
She ended up (and this is the part where my dream didn't make sense, though I felt pretty bad about it in the dream) walking all the way to the airport, took a flight to New York, where ReMax's head office is (not sure about this fact) to get the spare set of keys.
Well as it turns out they didn't have her keys, so she had to fly back (I guess she had her credit card) and was now waiting on CAA... |
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9/10/2007 at 21:42 |
As a young child, I had the same dream on many occasions. I always woke up at the same moment of the dream.
I would be walking through a golden wheat field in the afternoon sun and suddenly I would be running from a man with a knife. He wasn't a monster but his face wasn't right. Almost like he had a mask on but he didn't. His eyes were emotionless and stared right through me. I knew in my dream that he knew he would catch me.
After running for a short period of time, I would always realize that I couldn't run fast enough. My legs just couldn't build a running pace. The harder I tried, the slower they would go. It was as if they were stuck in mud and trying to run faster would make them sink deeper, except there was no mud. It was just the way it "felt" in the dream.
There is always a barn I am running toward. Like if I get inside I'll somehow be safe but he's always gaining on me.
Eventually, I discover that if I drop to my stomach and pull at the wheat stalks with my arms, I move faster. For some reason my arms are not restricted by the "mud" feeling.
Finally I make it into the barn just before he catches me. I'm breathing hard and scared to death. I can't stand up. Slowly I roll over onto my back and there are a bunch of guys just like him with sickles, axes, long curved knives and all sorts of cutting instruments walking toward me from all directions. I'm so scared that I can not even breath. The dream was always so real that I can see the shadows they cast toward me from the light that squeezes through the spaces between the slats on the barn walls. I can see the wheat dust floating in the air. I can smell it. Suddenly, the weird man that was chasing me smashes through the door at the very moment all of these cutting instruments are about to begin stabbing, ripping, and slashing me.
I always woke up at exactly that moment, soaking wet with sweat and breathing hard. Just short of screaming.
After having this dream several times, I would actually realize I was dreaming in the middle of the dream and try to somehow alter it but the outcome was always the same.
I stopped having this dream late in my teens but I'll never forget the terror I felt when I would find myself on my belly, thrashing through that wheat field and knowing that I couldn't escape. |
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9/11/2007 at 12:29 |
^ Very Strange... Interesting similarities to my own reoccuring childhood dream... Though I've never stopped having it... and I generally feel good after. |
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9/13/2007 at 13:42 |
odd dream last night...
i don't know what led up to it, but somehow i ventured into this large building with a HUGE parking garage attached. i parked, went in the building and promptly got lost. elevators and identical halls were everywhere.
things have faded a bit, but i assume i did whatever it was i was supposed to do there, whilst running into other lost souls in the building. I seem to remember meeting a lady and her (retarded?) son in one of the elevators.
so, i proceed to leave, not sure if i could find my vehicle, as i hadn't really paid any attention to where i parked in this huge environment. i swear it was a skyscraper with a garage level on every floor or something.
anyway, somehow i very quickly located my car. i guess i was good at guessing where it was. there were several other people wandering about, i'm assuming looking for their vehicles as well, or a way out. as i started to drive off, a slender caucasian woman with dark, curly hari in a green dress motioned to me and i rolled down my window to talk to her. i can't recall the specifics, but she wanted to leave with me. then i discovered there were several other women looking to leave too, but i could only take one. i talked to a few of them, weighing my options. it was like my prize for leaving was getting to pick a cute girl to take home with me. there was a cute little blonde european girl, a short hispanic, and a few others. i asked those two how old they were. both were under 18. i asked the girl in green her age. it was closer to mine. I took the girl in green. . .
later in the dream, i was recalling the events to someone. i told them the woman in green was a '10' and i was very happy with my choice, and we were happy together.
i also recall while recalling, that at some point i had turned into a woman in my dream. i think this occurred before the visit to the large building/parking garage structure, but i can't be sure. anyway, i'm male again now.
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9/13/2007 at 20:25 |
**Sept 13 / 07**
Not too cool of a dream. I remember being in my garage where I am boxing stuff up for a garage sale or the move to a new house, I see my wife's wine red bridesmaid dress.
Now it's haloween and I'm naked. There are no other clothes around. I go to put on the dress, I think "Whew! If I'm going to wear this dress at least its halloween". When I put the dress on, its not the same as I remember, its red velvet and has big metal loop in varying sizes, making the dress look very strange, I think this will be an even better costume.
I go to high school and I'm younger again. No one else is dressed up. I am really feeling embarrassed but I power on as if, Hey Fuck You! I'm secure wearing this stupid dress/costume.
I'm in a highschool class, English I think, because we are all talking about writting an essay.
No one seems to care that I'm in a horrible costome. We are seated in a circle. We are arguing.
The brainy group wants the project to be due in a month. The procrastination group is angry, quoting the previous decision that the project will be due at the end of the semester. (I'm in the lazy group - How did that fucking happen?)
The brainy group argues that if they are allowed to finish early that they will get recognition and they will be able to advance college a semester early... My lazy group argues that the papers won't be marked the same if there is a certain crowd that gets them in months ahead...there will be teacher predjudice...
Suddenly I have a great idea for the topid of my paper. I will go down to the local boxing ring/practice area and learn to box with adults. I will let myself get beat bad, or learn to box well... either way, I will write about my experiences... |
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9/17/2007 at 00:22 |
I'm walking the halls of a hospital, looking for an excuse to leave. It is warm and stuffy, and I am tired. I eventually come full circle on the current floor and return to the room where my pregnant mother was supposed to be delivering a child. The room is empty aside from the hollow shell of a body, pink and wet like Frank from Hellraiser, sitting in a ceramic chair in the center of the room. The belly of the human shell is bulged and split down the center revealing a bowl-like inside and a crying pink fetus. The fetus is sitting up, and making little whiny cries as it sits in pink and yellow mucus. My mother and the doctor enter and inform me that the birth was a success. Removing a layer, or shell, from the body is a new procedure, but highly praised in the medical community. They leave, and I turn to notice the fetus is missing. I didn't want to get blamed for losing the fetus, so I search for it. I poke my head out the door to see it, now clothed in a generic baby onesie, running down the hall and giggling. I follow the giggling fetus as it runs from me. By the time I catch up to the baby it has grown and looks like a normal 2-3 month old infant. However, the infant has a wisdom in its manner. It looks at me and conveys words and thoughts, I do not understand directly, but it makes me feel uneasy. I return to the hallway in front of the room and hand the child to my mother, and say goodbye. I walk back down the hall and exit through a hidden maintenance door. I make my way toward a van and climb in the back. DREAM OVAR.
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9/19/2007 at 20:15 |
** Sept 19/07 **
I'm at the fair with my father and my two sons. My wife is working, so we are trying to give the boys a little adventure. We walk down the gangways with the game stands and the rides. Before long we arrive at a tall barn looking building with a giant neon "ARCADE" sign, flickering. There is only one small door and when we open it there is a staircase, I remember wondering what is on the barn's ground floor.
We walk up into the arcade, there aren't too many people there. We are lucky as the boys don't have to wait long to hop on the little rides and play the little games. I remember my youngest not wanting to get off the motorcycle ride.
Off to one side of the Arcade there is a scary little I guess pawn shop. Though it looks more like the Corner Store of Curiousities, I see people standing in line to sell ordinary items, I imagine so that they can have a little extra cash to spend at the fair.
I suddenly realize I am holding a fairly large box of my sons GI Joe toys and am in line to sell them.
(IRL I have been collecting GIJoes/HeMen and other SuperHero type toys for my sons... LK told me I should sell the GIJoes, instead I let my sons destroy them in the bathtub and sandbox... Many of them are still going strong!)
I'm standing in line for a while and I notice that the girl at the counter is basically buying everything, she takes boxes of stuff and hands out cash. My dad walks over to me with my sons in tow. He says the boys don't want to hang out and wait for me and that they are going to enjoy the fair.
I'm waiting and waiting. When I get to the head of the line I recognize the girl. (as it turns out this is the girl that gives me a towel every day at the gym) She starts to go through the GI Joes, as she picks through them she says a few are garbage, she picks out 4-5 and says "I hope you aren't going to ask more than $30 each for these?" I shake my head indicating that I wouldn't dream of it, inwardly, I can't beleive she is offering that much.
Finally she looks up and says "I'll give you $200 for the lot!", for some reason I am feeling pretty good so I counter. "$250 and you've got a deal!"
These people don't make deals, she says "Next" and I am standing at the back of the room in the dark... I don't even have my GI Joes anymore... I'm being punished... FUCK... FUCKFUCKFUCK! I'm angry and I yell and yell...HEY WHAT THE FUCK! GIVE ME MY SHIT! I feel like how I imagine my four year old must feel when put on a timeout.
I have been defeated...
I give in... "I will take the $200", I say and suddenly am back at the front of the line, the girl is smiling and bringing out a form for me to sign. Now there is an old grumpier looking woman off to the side of the shop.
Now this part is getting a little mushy, but the girl tells me something so matter of factly that she assumes everyone is ok with it and hands me $5000 cash and pushes a contract in front of me. She said something about how on the fairgrounds they weren't allowed to pay for goods but that they could sign out $5000 dollar loans for which I would only have to pay back $4800 since they bought my junk for $200. I glanced at the contact and saw the repayment terms..they were gouging people with interest.
I told them I really didn't need the extra cash and would just like the $200. The old lady pounced on me angry. She started yelling and spitting in my face saying I wasn't going to get a better deal anywhere and that no one would give me $200 for shitty battered GIJoes...
I shoved the bitch off me and screamed back that I wasn't signing her fucking contract and that I was going to tell people this place was screwing people over. She called for goons who were waiting for something just like this to happen.
I grabbed my beloved treasures and fucking ran as fast as I could, I tripped going down the last few stairs of the barn and ran out into a completely deserted fair... All the lights were off. There was no one around. I saw my families Van? (We had come in a truck I thought) in an empty parking lot and hightailed towards it.
I jumped in the front seat of the van, tossed the toys in the back and realized that my family was BLACK? I looked into the front seat to tell my dad to drive...and my dad was...Eddie Murphy... He laughed his little Eddie Murphy laugh as he drove off...
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10/27/2007 at 17:47 |
I'm watching some documentary on the history or discovery channel about how this midget native american accidentally got his nose cut off during a right of passage ceremony. Near the end of the ceremony an elder mimics scalping each of the people in the ceremony from behind, with a large knife held to the front of the hair-line as he chants some mystic stuff. The little guy jerked his head back somehow putting the knife between the bone and cartilage. The point of the documentary was that he was trying to sue the reservation. It even had 'home footage' that would stop before anything bloody happened, because that's not right for television. Anyway, this dream bled into another dream that I can't remember other than being in a classroom back in my old elementary school and hell breaking loose. the end.
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10/28/2007 at 08:49 |
freakmachine: I sometimes remember my dreams, and occasionally, in the process of waking up, have tried to stay in them longer because they were that awesome or perhaps just to see if I could. Usually they are random stuff around a plotline that could make sense to me in some basic way but is still is almost impossible to convey verbally.
The only dream I have ever had that blended with reality happened not long after Terminator came out. The dream was somehow about seeing a Terminator 2 poster in a video store; the significant part about it was that the new terminator was blonde and female and garbed all in a black leather getup a la Matrix. I was so convinced this was real I couldn't fathom that there was no Terminator 2. It took me a few weeks and a period of paranoia, heartbreak, and embarrassment to understand that this was just a very real dream.
My only question is this: did my dream predict the bright future that contained Terminator 3 and The Matrix, or did my dream influence the course of reality and produce a female terminatrix twenty years later? Hell, perhaps my dream subly altered my personal course to join another parallel quantum time stream in which the figure in my poster came to be. Perhaps I did make that right turn at Albuquerque and it was all my fault that that horrible movie was made.
Sorry guys.
A) You're a prophet
B) Fox read your post
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12/23/2007 at 11:48 |
last night i had this dream about my cat and my daughter. in the dream my daughter was riding my cat and i opened the front door and they rode off into the sunset. when i woke up i felt really horrible about the dream as it became very apparent that i had been neglecting something very important. my love of rodeo.
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I am El Chupacabra  SSHOLEPosts: 729 Registered: 8/1/2004 Offline
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12/25/2007 at 07:10 |
I have a dream "MLK?" where I'm falling from a really high spot and I'm speeding towards the ground. I'm over the desert and when i can make out the smallshrubs I hit, WHAM! But, I seem to reappear back in the air and slam into the ground over and over about 10 times, WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM. Than I wake up to my mundane life and go to work. I'm trying to convince my meatslab to let me take picts of her so I can secretly post them here. But she is a sly one she is :/
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1/21/2008 at 17:04 |
Last night I dreamt that I killed someone. The details of the actual killing are very fuzzy, but I think I was defending myself.
That being said I was on the run. I remember a crazy car chase that was over really fast because I turned down a bunch of side streets, then ran out of the car and hid in a restaurants bathroom for a while.
I remember leaving there under cover of dark, I walked around a street corner and there was a little girl and boy standing there.
It started to rain. They were looking at me and the little girl said "We have a place for you to hide."
They took me to the top of a hill, there was a long hedge and a bush in front of the hedge, I hid under the bush in the dirt, turned to mud in the rain.
I lay there in the mud as the boy and girl decended the hill, I watched the traffic in the darkness. After a while I noticed that there were Dobberman's behind me in the hedge.
I ran out but the police caught me. Somehow I was allowed to go home so long as I promised to go to jail. I called my work to let them know what happened and that I wouldn't be coming in.
My dad helped me pack some personal effects to take to jail with me.
Normally I wake up around 6:30-6:45, I did today and shut off my alarm. I woke again at 7:35 today, needing to be at work for 8:00
Again I tried to go back to sleep because I "knew" I had no work to go to anymore. It took me almost 10 minutes to remind myself where I was and decide it was a dream... I was sure I still had to go to jail.. and was confused till I shook out the cobwebs...
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4/3/2008 at 10:42 |
We were a nomadic tribe of bohemians. One person said, "I read of a theory which stated 'The more subservient a species is, the more power it ultimately wields over its masters'". The ensuing discussion explored the possibilities, the most obvious example being that of the bovine persuasion. How could this theory be tested? Was it already too late? Was this the cows' plan all along?
Very weird dream.
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4/3/2008 at 18:57 |
i once dreamed i had to crash at vas's place, lbp was there and all. dont know why, its pretty fucked up, dont even know the guy, live on an entirely different continent and shit. scary stuff. might have eaten something wierd before bed....
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