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Since many of us spend a good part of our day posting here it is inevitable for some dreams to focus on the idiots here. This is where we shall log them. Actual dreams only please.


Had one a couple nights ago where I was going to a Tech N9ne concert (a rapper). I was there with Daft and Plommer and I told them how great it would be and then the guy sucked. He didn't even do anything except these weird marches around stage with his arms in the air making strange noises.

I looked over to apologize to them and in their place was a vase with some flowers in it. There was a note and I read it and it said "We got bored, running off to act like morons." And I looked down a hill and saw them both jumping and bouncing around like morons.

Then people were complaining about a house in front of the stage that got to hear the music for free. So I went over there to try to buy the house so the lady wouldn't get in trouble. But suddenly there was no grass in front of the stage, just ocean. But then the field reappeared and I went over there.

It was very cluttered like a hoarder's home. I was nervous to walk around. An old lady comes out to show me around. I didn't know what questions to ask so suddenly Juror shows up and he's taking the tour with me. Behind her back he keeps motioning with his hands "No, let's go."

And I woke up. Hard.
 
Wow - there's a ghost who signed up at SBR with the name Tech N9ne and I never knew until now that it's a rapper.

True dream: Fischy and I were laying by a pool drinking and doing a crossword puzzle. He kept getting angry at me because I'd give answers using British spelling that didn't fit. Like really, really angry and he was replying to me in this very low voice that I could tell meant he was going to lose the plot on me so I kept trying to egg him on to make him finally snap.

That's all I remember though. Oh and I was drinking a beer and Clamato juice and was really happy about that. He was also wearing madras board shorts and I was wearing a black bikini. That's it.
 
I quit eating after 9pm. When I used to do that I would always have weird dreams. I once dreamed Jesus was in our room and when I woke up I realized it was just my ironed shirts that were hanging from the door trim.
 
Crazy dream last night, possibly offering some insight into my state of mind.

So I was at some place. I lived there although, thinking back on it, it is not a place I recognize. Anyway, I suddenly became aware of a concern of an infestation of some sort. So I saw something that looked like a big dust bunny - but then it started rising and bouncing in the middle. And there was another doing the same thing. There was no way to explain the motion except that it was alive.

'Oh.' So now I knew what the concern was about. There was some shit that wasn't supposed to be happening, some shit to be gotten rid of where I lived.

But then suddenly some time had passed as can happen in dreams - and I hadn't dealt with the situation. I knew it would have gotten worse and I was like, 'Okay, I've got to deal with it.' I started planning strategies. I decided I needed to hit the things with a hard flat object - kill them.

But then I saw one and they had gotten bigger and more robust and active. They were still dust bunnies but they looked almost like mini galaxies in terms of shape, all bulgy in the middle. And they were fairly quick moving around the floor and they throbbed and were very alive.

Next thing, some more time had passed and I knew I still hadn't done anything. I knew the situation must be bad. I cursed myself for my lack of action, my lameness.

I was still thinking in terms of dealing with the things by whacking them with a hard flat object and killing them - but then I saw what they had become. They were still like dust bunnies at floor level but then they had long necks growing out of the middle and little human heads. With faces.

I thought, 'Okay now what the fuck do I do? Do I still whack the fuck out of them?'

But I decided no, the correct procedure now was to strangle them to death. And I was satisfied with that. That was how I would proceed. I had an infestation of pests that I would dispatch by strangling them to death one at a time.

:handshake:

Then I woke up.

:dunno:
 
That is a big part of why I made the comment about it offering insight into my current state of mind. Seems like my brain is taking a turn for the calmly savage. I made the decision in the dream without only the slightest misgivings. It was just like, yap, they got them necks - guess I'll be wringin' 'em and then we'll be done with that. :handshake:

The other big thing to me was this concept of cursing myself for letting things slide - and those things getting worse. I can see a few real-life situations that might trigger such a component.
 
Had a dream involving pus last night. Can't remember the whole thing but at one point I was looking at a zit on someone's leg. Spontaneously, a bunch of pus started flowing out the middle until there was a big, perfectly shaped, off-white bubble - much bigger than the original zit - and it just kind of stayed there in defiance of the laws of Physics.
 
Had a dream with Matty last night. We were in some unknown town in an undeveloped country, we wanted to cross an open sewage river/concrete waterway like those in Los Angeles but much less wide. There was a bridge crossing but was far, like a block away and there was another one right there where we were but it was made from tree branches and adobe by the locals. Matty and me looked at each other and said fuck it let's cross here, Matty goes first and I'm right behind, the adobe clay was humid and soft as we step, about halfway through all of a sudden Matty's leg just goes through the clay and falls sideways into the water, I quickly think what to do and just jump right after him. The water is around waist deep but with a strong current that carries us, I scream for Matty to give me his hand and we grab each other's arms. We approach some type of opening pipe hole that falls down a la Super Mario, as we are reaching the opening I am able to hold on to the opening so we don't fall. We are there for a moment until I can't hold anymore and Matty slips from my arm, I grab with both hands and secure myself and see Matty just fall down the pipe like a water slide ride. I kept saying "what am I going to tell E, what am I going to tell E, what I'm going to tell Jean-Louis" as I woke up.

sry matty :imsorry:
 
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