Chris dream thread

[Hasharin]

I had a dream that Chris was a painter, an abstract expressionist painter who used yellow and blue a lot. I think he fingerpainted. He even wore a smock and beret. His work was exhibited in museums and he droned on about the meaning of his paintings.

I love how he wants to draw himself as handsome young man he imagines himself to be, but ends up drawing himself as something like little boy (I know, that's because he draw like a child).

 

[Mourning Dove]

I had a dream within a dream last night. This was an unaired episode of the Inuyasha dubbed anime. Christian was one of those demons Inuyasha had to fight, and he was a rock-dildo monster or something. Captain Falcon and his lightsaber had to help in the fight. I don't remember too many details, but there were lots of birdwatching on PBS and other bizarre scenarios.

My dreams are always this messed up.

 

[For The Internet]

I had an extremely epic, long dream last night that at one point involved Chris. Rather than trying to explain the whole saga, I'll just say:

Chris had been kidnapped. He woke up seated at a table, immediately felt for his medallion, and when it wasn't there he freaked out.

His kidnappers forced him to do physical activity to lose weight, including wind sprints and (-shudder-) wrestling. After a while Chris went from looking like his current self to his 22-year-old self.

 

[MysticMisty]

I've been sick lately, which likely influenced the dream I had the other night. I managed to remember most of it, however.

For whatever reason I was attending the young adult group at Chris' now-former church that was also attended by Chris. That night we were just going to chill at the church and watch Wreck-It Ralph (I figure that was because we wondered if he was allowed to go to the theater and watch it last year). Some other group member brought their copy, and Chris was really rude to that person. He kept bragging about how he bought the priciest version he could which automatically made it better then what they had, even though he doesn't have a 3D TV. Also, Chris freaked out if anybody but him tried to operate the DVD player, screaming that he knows the most about technology and thus is the only one allowed to operate the DVD player. The whole time Rocky kept encouraging him, like he was some adorable and precocious little kid.

During the movie, Chris sat next to me and flirted horribly. I kept trying to tell him I wanted to pay attention to the movie, but eventually gave up since he would not shut up. He tried to get me to share his drink with him, but I refused. Then he tried to put his arm around me despite constantly telling him not to touch me. And then just as the movie was ending he tried to pin me to the chair and kiss me. He missed my lips since I turned my head and he was actually too lazy to get up and try again.

I (and almost everyone else) became pissed at him, and quite a few people told him off. Naturally that pissed off Rocky who told us to leave him alone because he didn't do anything wrong. Chris didn't really become pissed because of this however because he was bitching about the fact that we weren't going to watch any of the special features. Shortly after that he went into the bathroom and then left while everyone else began to clean up the room. Right after he left Rocky gave us a "He's autistic and doesn't know what he's doing so he's not at fault, so you have to be nice to him" talk.

When she was finished and out of earshot, some of the regulars told me that Chris never sticks around for cleaning, but nobody minds because he's very well hated. They told me about what happened with the Wallflower and that he's asked out literally every female in the group. But if I keep refusing after a couple of months he'll give up and look for someone else. After that a disgusting discovery was made in the bathroom: a used maxi pad stuffed into the toilet...that definitely had shit on part of it. A plumber had to be called and after that the dream ended or changed.

 

[Holdek]

I've been sick lately, which likely influenced the dream I had the other night. I managed to remember most of it, however.

For whatever reason I was attending the young adult group at Chris' now-former church that was also attended by Chris. That night we were just going to chill at the church and watch Wreck-It Ralph (I figure that was because we wondered if he was allowed to go to the theater and watch it last year). Some other group member brought their copy, and Chris was really rude to that person. He kept bragging about how he bought the priciest version he could which automatically made it better then what they had, even though he doesn't have a 3D TV. Also, Chris freaked out if anybody but him tried to operate the DVD player, screaming that he knows the most about technology and thus is the only one allowed to operate the DVD player. The whole time Rocky kept encouraging him, like he was some adorable and precocious little kid.

During the movie, Chris sat next to me and flirted horribly. I kept trying to tell him I wanted to pay attention to the movie, but eventually gave up since he would not shut up. He tried to get me to share his drink with him, but I refused. Then he tried to put his arm around me despite constantly telling him not to touch me. And then just as the movie was ending he tried to pin me to the chair and kiss me. He missed my lips since I turned my head and he was actually too lazy to get up and try again.

I (and almost everyone else) became pissed at him, and quite a few people told him off. Naturally that pissed off Rocky who told us to leave him alone because he didn't do anything wrong. Chris didn't really become pissed because of this however because he was bitching about the fact that we weren't going to watch any of the special features. Shortly after that he went into the bathroom and then left while everyone else began to clean up the room. Right after he left Rocky gave us a "He's autistic and doesn't know what he's doing so he's not at fault, so you have to be nice to him" talk.

When she was finished and out of earshot, some of the regulars told me that Chris never sticks around for cleaning, but nobody minds because he's very well hated. They told me about what happened with the Wallflower and that he's asked out literally every female in the group. But if I keep refusing after a couple of months he'll give up and look for someone else. After that a disgusting discovery was made in the bathroom: a used maxi pad stuffed into the toilet...that definitely had shit on part of it. A plumber had to be called and after that the dream ended or changed.

Chris even creeps on women in their dreams.

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[Fibonacci]

I dreamt that I owned an antique-bicycle repair shop in Ireland.

Then Chris came in screaming about trolls, carrying an Attraction Sign and wearing a red plaid kilt. He threatened me with a pocket knife he called a shillelagh and said if I didn't fix Son-Chu he was going to give the police all the information he had got and that he would happily see my arse behind bars.

I woke up just as he started twerking over a chocolate cake.

 

[MerriedxReldnahc]

Just last night I had a dream that I was browsing youtube for Chris-related videos. Some of the clips were from his own show on a public access channel, and it was all about life as a tomgirl in a big city. (He lived in some sort of city apartment in the dream) One video was taken by a troll while attending his church talent show, and it was of Chris tap-dancing. Immediately after his performance he was pelted with tomatoes.

 

[sparklemilhouse]

Oh geez. I had a hell of a Chris dream this afternoon during my nap.

I walk into my childhood bedroom and there Chris & Barb are, ON MY BED. on.my.bed. Sitting on my stuffed animals too! Barb rants that Chris needs to be changed, and I think something was wrong with her too, like she needed to be ahem, changed of her bandages. I got so mad, I said, "WHY CAN'T YOU DO IT!?" she didn't give me an answer, just ranting again that Chris needed to be changed. I made the mistake of picturing it. aagh. I told them that they needed to leave NOW, and they refused until Chris gets changed.

I slammed my door closed, and took out a dry erase marker, and wrote a note to my mom on the door. It was something to the effect of:

Mom,
DO NOT let Chris and Barb Chandler in this house!
Chris & Barb, leave immediately!! (that part was circled over and over again with the marker)

I went downstairs, and said this to mom:

"you know, Christian Weston Chandler, that creepy guy from the internet I told you about? He also goes by the name of Chris Chandler, or C_hris-C_han. Do NOT let him and his mom back into this house!"

I think she just said "ok".

I left the house to catch my schoolbus.

 

[Silvana]

I've had a couple of Chris-related dreams, but they're nothing as fascinating as what has already been related. Still, on the principle of "no shit is too minor"...

Dream #1: Clyde Cash (and his younger brother!) came round to my place to hang out. Both pretty weenerish ("let's put Chris' medallion in a pickle jar and videotape it!"), but otherwise, pretty good fun and company...

Dream #2: Had this one last night - and it seemed to last the entire night! Trouble is, I can't remember a damn thing about it, except that it was about Chris, and was pretty damn ... Worth mentioning, though, 'cause throughout the night, I seemed to be assailed by a particularly unpleasant smell - something that followed me throughout my dreams, and even seemed to be there on the numerous occasions I woke up! No, not , Axe or rotten watermelons - tbh, I suspect it was recurrent sinusitis, which I suffer from (one of the symptoms of which is a singularly unpleasant rotting, organic smell which seems to come from within)... Or maybe it was the ghost of child Chris? THAT would explain the smell...

 

[Mourning Dove]

I had this bizarre Chris-related fever dream last night which may be caused by recent STRESS in my life from schoolwork and my new job. Let's see how much I can remember...

Somehow this was all being filmed like a Louis Thoreaux documentary. Barb was driving a convertible on the highway with Chris in shotgun. Anna and two other nondescript asspatters were in the backseat, though nobody was paying attention to them and vice versa. Barb was the one driving because she was scared of Chris driving. They were going to this anime/comic convention in the Fashion Square Mall. Specifically, Michael Snyder and his Game Place crew had a booth there and Chris thought it would be a good idea to go over and apologize to Snyder, even if it meant breaking the restraining order.

So they get to the mall/convention and it's really packed, like Beijing-subway packed. Barb and the asspatters dump Chris to be on his own. Michael Snyder's booth had a ridiculously long line, and it was impossible for Chris to reach him. Now, for some reason me and two of my good friends were there even though we don't live anywhere near Virginia. Chris sees us and asks us if we can help him get into the line to see Snyder. My friends and I are hesitant because one, we know of Chris's reputation, and two, we don't like smelly manchild butting in to be around us. But we felt sorry for Chris and his current situation of pure isolation, so we let him hang around us. ONLY if he's chained up while he's in line with us and he never butts into our conversation. ]P

For some reason Snyder's booth was selling semi-precious gemstone jewelry such as petrified wood, turquoise, jade, and lapis lazuli. Even if that's the sort of stuff I would personally sperg over, it was stuff that decidedly wasn't otaku or comic book nerd related. But anyway, we finally reach the front of the line and see Snyder, and Snyder doesn't look too happy to see Chris. Unchained by us and finally able to speak, Chris tries to apologize to Snyder. But Snyder is displeased and wants to start a war against Chris? Apparently the jewelry Snyder was selling WAS otaku/nerd related because they had special battle related properties, like stuff RPG characters equip to themselves to raise their stats.

Snyder began to bid off his most expensive and desirable pieces of jewelry to those he thought were the most worthy, starting with the lapis lazuli ones. Chris, being the stupid tomgirl that he was, began "bidding" on the lapis lazuli jewelry. While many people in the crowd were raising their hands to get the bid, Snyder were asking the group who had certain traits, and those who did not have the traits lowered their raised hands. Suddenly, Snyder asks "Who's Jewish?" Right before Chris can say "You are!", Snyder raises his own hand. After Chris's reply Snyder laughs and gives Chris the pair of lapis lazuli earrings, which looks ridiculous with his nasty tomgirl hair. Turns out Michael Snyder was Jewish all along!...? And the Jew was giving the earrings to Chris as a sort of peace treaty?? Right before the dream ends I blurt out, "I'm going to tell the CWCki about this! This is ridiculous!"

And then I woke up this morning.

 

[Jewelsmakerguy]

I had a dream about Chris a few nights ago, and I'm really hoping I'm not the only one.

In this dream, I went to sleep. So far, so good right? Well when I woke up, someone was breathing heavily down my neck. Turned around and there was Chris, in all his ragged, Tomgirl glory. "What are you doing in my bed?!" I yelled in unbridled horror.

"No," Chris slurred, "what are ya doin' in mah bed?"

I looked around me, and the bed I went into was suddenly covered with shit-filled underpants and jizz. That's when I ran out of the room and stepped in some more shit (wasn't too sure if it was from either a cat, or Chris himself)...

Yep, I was in Casa de Chandler, and its never-ending hoard.

Then Chris, showing some form of competence, directed me to my room. Everything I owned was there, the room was the cleanest part of the house. It was then I realized I was renting out a room (Bob's space, to be exact) and had been living there for three months (don't ask, even I don't know how that happened).

I'd discuss about how A-Log and Sammy were neighbors. But by this point, I was just disturbed by how I managed to dream that shit up in the first place.

 

[sparklemilhouse]

I know I had one the other morning but all I remember is Chris chasing me up the basement stairs of one of my old houses. The next day in the dream, he was in my yard, trying to stalk me. In my Chris dreams, I'm always trying to explain to my mom who Chris is.

 

[MysticMisty]

The other night I had a dream in which some chick impersonated Ivy in real life and was able to become a field agent as a result. Whereas Chris damn near instantly trusted her for some reason, Barb was freaking the fuck out. Because she thought Fake Ivy was going to steal her precious autistic baby away from her.

 

[The Knife]

I've only had one Chris dream. IRL, my best friend makes a living doing estate sales and sometimes, when they're on my side of town, I go with her. Some of the houses we visits are full almost to the point of being hoarded out, which is probably what inspired this: I dreamed we went to a sale at 14BC. I instantly recognized the house and was very excited and started talking explaining to my friend and the people running the sale about the history of the house, but they thought I was just making up stories on the spot about some of the stranger items in the house. They also told me that the people who had lived in this house had died. Somehow this news had not yet gotten out to the rest of the Chris community, so naturally in my dream I had a moment of epic ween where I thought "holy crap, I'm going to be the one to drop this on the community."

The only other things I remember is that we literally had to wade through the house. It was that full--one of those hoards where it's crept halfway up the stairs. I was frantic to be the first to get to Chris's room. When I got there, Chris was alive. It turned out that when Barb died, he'd gone feral and was living in a nest made of hundreds of cheap state-fair stuffed animals, and somehow everyone had overlooked him when they were arranging the sale.

 

[exball]

I had a dream where I was in Morrowind, for some reason Chris in the Imperial Legion.

 

[Mourning Dove]

I had a dream last night that I was conversing with Bob. Apparently he was working at Target up until his death, he would have kept 14 BLC obsessive compulsively clean if he had his way, and he was trying to negotiate with me to be Chris's friend. Melatonin makes me have long and vivid dreams.

 

[CatParty]

All these dreams mean you all want to obviously have sex with Chris.

 

[Mourning Dove]

Also in that dream apparently Chris filled the bathtub up with kitty litter and lets the cats use it as a litter box. Which may not be far from the truth.

 

[sparklemilhouse]

Today I had one where my dad was showing me this 1980s entertainment system he just found. It had this VCR that played HUGE tapes. So dad put one in for me and old commercials were playing. There was some tapes cluttering up the top of the unit, so I decided to stack them up. There was this one itty bitty tape I found--the size of a micro cassette. There was a special player at the top of the system so I put the tape in and began to scan through it. I had to watch it through an equally tiny screen.

The entire tape was clips Chris had recorded a few years prior. They were all taken in his room. This was stuff none of us knew happened. One clip was these two woman undressing Chris for some s&m play (ewww I know...). He was talking "normal" in all the clips. There was also another one with a woman but I can't remember what happened.

I was totally amazed that my dad found this tape. I was watching chris history--I was thinking it was top secret stuff. but my mom kept on bugging me the whole time wanting attention.

 

[Batman]

I dreamt that I saw Chris in the park one day and beat the fuck out of him.

I know, I know