Dreams

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Saney said:
Star Wars fanfiction. It was about how great Boba Fett is.
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So less of a fanfic and more of an informational piece.

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I've had these recurring dreams where I stand at the center of this intersection near where I live, but the three times I've had it they were all different.

The first time, I was standing in the very center where all four of the roads meet, and there were no cars around on the street. There were cars parked in the gas station/other stores, but no one was around at all. I was wearing a brown coat, and my hands were in the pockets. I look up, there's a huge rock roughly in the shape of a brain in the sky, like fucking gigantic. It should cast a huge shadow on the ground, what with it being daytime, but it doesn't. The moment after I look up at it, my eyes follow it as it goes the same way one of the roads do, speeding up to unimaginable speeds. It disappears into the horizon, and there's a mushroom cloud, followed by a huge shockwave. The dream ended with the shockwave stopping inches in front of me.

The second time I can't remember, the third time is significantly more gay than the previous two. I was there at night, the sky was clear, the moon full, and I was dancing in the center of the intersection to the song that plays in the intro of KH2, Sanctuary.
 
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Last strange dream I remember was having a sort of race with this Turkish guy I had as a peer in my English class last Spring semester of college. We had some race and a guy fingered me as some brony and wanted to beat me with a prosthetic limb as I raced the Turkish peer of mine. Then some how I ended up on a dirt path near a free way, right next to a sedan or a van you would see from the 90's.
 
I remember one I had recently that still sticks with me. I was near the border to Mexico, if not outright across it. I was in a small condemned building in the middle of the desert, and I surrounded by, well, Mexicans. Mexicans with bloodstained surgical masks, tattoos and scrubs, carrying switchblades. Apparently, I'd stumbled onto some folks who were either into organ trafficking or the drug trade. Most likely both.
 
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I'm going to go with the one where I was abducted by aliens.

This wasn't your ordinary abduction dream, mind you. After taking me from my back patio, they put me in this leather-like suit, attached something to my back, drilled holes in my head and stuck tubes in them leading into the thing on my back. The tubes worked with the unit to deliver chemicals that controlled and influenced my thoughts and emotions. Eventually I was dropped back onto my patio, with them forgetting to undo any of the shit they did to me.

When I woke up, I could still feel the excruciating pain from the drill going through my skull.
 
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(this is my most f'd up dream, that I can recall clearly)
I had a dream that my husband and I had a big wooden dumpster full of human body parts that I had collected, because I thought that was fun. Also there was a big bag of rotten vegetables. When the trash man came we were panicking to try and figure out a way to dispose of the body parts without being obvious. Then our neighbor gave birth and the baby was smoking. That's about it.
 
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I once had a dream in which I was in an abandoned, run-downed town. It was dusk, it was getting and I had to quickly find a safe place to hole up and build a fire before the "Night Creatures" came and got me. I felt a really great sense of urgency. I eventually found my way to a small, dilapidated concrete building with a small window. I built the fire, and just sat back as I listened to the howling of the "shadow wolves" and other things. Then the sun started to come up and I woke up back into reality.

It was a bit like S.T.A.L.K.E.R.
 
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Connor said:
I remember one I had recently that still sticks with me. I was near the border to Mexico, if not outright across it. I was in a small condemned building in the middle of the desert, and I surrounded by, well, Mexicans. Mexicans with bloodstained surgical masks, tattoos and scrubs, carrying switchblades. Apparently, I'd stumbled onto some folks who were either into organ trafficking or the drug trade. Most likely both.
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I don't care how frequently I see this exact scenario, this is racist.
 
I used to write my dreams down in a journal because mine used to be so weird. (I haven't had any really interesting ones in a long time.)I've since lost the journal, but I still remember fairly clearly one I had where Dee Snider of Twisted Sister told me that I inherited the family lumber yard.
 
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KatsuKitty said:
I'm going to go with the one where I was abducted by aliens.

This wasn't your ordinary abduction dream, mind you. After taking me from my back patio, they put me in this leather-like suit, attached something to my back, drilled holes in my head and stuck tubes in them leading into the thing on my back. The tubes worked with the unit to deliver chemicals that controlled and influenced my thoughts and emotions. Eventually I was dropped back onto my patio, with them forgetting to undo any of the shit they did to me.

When I woke up, I could still feel the excruciating pain from the drill going through my skull.
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That sort of dream would probably remind one of a bio-mechanical art piece H.R. Gieger made.
 
I had one yesterday where my mom left Kai (from the lolcow board), Gracie (her baby), and I alone in my house while she went out to eat. My dim lightbulb came on and I realized that I could drive us three to the restaurant too -- but then I realized mom drove off with the car seat.
I also remember some door to door religious person coming over and me telling them to go away that there was a newborn in the house and she was sleeping.
 
I had a dream last night that there was a zombie apocalypse. Once I did get access to internet I saw that people wrote a ton of Facebook statuses on my newsfeed about it too. I was on an airplane from somewhere and it had to emergency land in Northern Territories, Canada to keep away from the zombies. For some reason Lake Erie was in this Canadian province, and it contained Disney characters. Also I turned out to be the key to a vac-cine cure against zombism, since I was extremely feverish and had trouble walking instead of just fully turning into a zombie.

I think playing too much of the indie rpg OFF has been messing up my already unstable, autistic mind.
 
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Last night I dreamed that Chris Brown released a new album in which he had a song about the Israel-Palestine conflict. It got a good review. That should have been a hint that I was dreaming.
 
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Putting this in a spoiler, because it's a long dream.
I had a dream this semester of college that must have been the most screwed up one I've ever had.
I was in an antique shop/cafe/auto shop. A really weird store combination, but there were all sorts of people there. Bikers, mechanics, old women, people with kids, etc. I walked in, went to the very back, pulled out a handgun, and just started firing at random people. I also never had to reload for some reason. The gun switched between being an automatic pistol and a revolver. I just walked toward the front of the store, shooting at people who were screaming and running. A few pulled out guns of their own, and fired at me. They all missed, despite being 5 feet away. I shot them, and continued walking.
Eventually, I got to the front and saw a SWAT team outside. I then realized my gun was empty, so I turned around and walked back into my carnage. I remember going up to the body of a guy who had shot at me. His mother and wife were crying over his body. I told them not to be sad because he put up a fight and died honorably. I then walked into the basement where an old biker guy was sitting, scared out of his mind. I said hi, picked up some throwing knives off a table and started chucking them at a wall. He started talking to me about how he wasn't going to hurt me or rat on me. I asked if he had a gun. He only had a .22, but he had to get ammo from upstairs. At that point, I heard the SWAT team enter the building. I told him to go get his gun so I could shoot myself. He goes upstairs, and I'm pacing the room, thinking what suicide is gonna be like. I thought about what my parents would think. Then I thought "What if this is all a dream?"
And wouldn't you know it, I woke up just then.
 
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