Akonyl wrote:
I wonder what these dreams are trying to tell me... it's almost as if I hate winter or something...
Maybe you do...
Btw, you have cool dreams.
CarpetCrawler wrote:
My dreams are usually "slice of life" dreams. I don't dream about things like "meowing cactuses" or whatever, usually just me driving somewhere and something happens. Sometimes, my dreams are continuations of old dreams, for example, one that I had just now. I know they're continuations because I remember the little things that remind me that "oh yeah, I remember that, that happened in another dream."
Sometimes they become things strange and unrealistic are out of nowhere, like the one time I dreamed that I was in a college where not only did you have class there, you also lived there and did you everyday shopping there, and there was some kind of odd conspiracy that I was trying to figure out on my own. What that conspiracy was, I'll never remember, I guess. Or the other time I worked in a therapy clinic as a therapist, and the clinic was also a Wal-Mart that had three floors, and a food court. Yeah. I have a lot of dreams about being in Wal-Mart for one reason or another. A LOT.
These are usually my dreams. But since about half a year ago, some of my dreams are getting a little more... vivid.
I'll explain with my dream last night (before I go to bed):
Spoiler: The vivid dream
I (not as myself) was on a sofa in the family room in my previous home (roughly 2.5 X 5.5 m room; entrance is by the corner of the rectangular room; a fireplace across from the room entrance; a 40-something-inch TV to the side of the fireplace by the corner; the three-seat sofa parallel to the fireplace wall placed a bit away from the entrance; a refrigerator on the corner away from the entrance and the fireplace; a sink by the corner close to the entrance). My mother (not my mother in real life) started to talk to me about something, which I didn't care for, because she was annoying. After all, I wanted more of the white, addictive and "pleasurable" powder in my system.
As soon as she was done talking and left to do her thing somewhere else, I ran upstairs to the bathroom (a long one where you can almost fit 3 baths, two sinks with a counter about 1.7X length of a bath, and a toilet bowl without space to walk), where I had hidden a stash of the white powder (still not sure where I found them). I slowly unwrapped the paper that contained the stuff and marveled at its sight. And I took the paper and the powder to my right nose and took a big sniff. At that moment, my dream tells me that I'm in great "euphoria"; my brain says that it hurts like a hand squeezing my right brain for a grip test and letting go. I felt woozy in the dream; I have a headache on the right side of my brain. I think I, in the dream, snorted some more as I snap out of the dream. I woke up with a headache on the right side of my head for a few hours after I woke, which was bad, because I had a midterm to write.
EDIT: Forgot about the snot that filled my right nostril, as though there actually was a bunch of stuff in my nose that naturally shouldn't be there.
Spoiler: Explanation
No idea why I (not myself) was snorting... Never used much of anything found in a pharmacy, much less not found in a pharmacy. Can't even imagine how I see myself snorting the white stuff (crack? cocaine?; I don't look for them; Just found out it was angel dust).
Why a mother at all? She (in the story) sounds kind of like my own mother the last time I talked to her. I was annoyed
My previous house? Maybe I miss it...
If anyone would like to attempt to explain why the setting looked like my old house (I just moved in September), tell me please.
The pain? As I said, my dreams are getting a little more vivid. I have heard experiments where people's body react when convinced of the idea that something physical is happening (e.g. hypnotized to think fire burning right leg --> blisters forming on right leg). I really hope my dreams aren't going to be that... painful.
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I don't tend to remember my dreams very often, but the ones I do are usually either extremely bizarre of violent...
The last one I remeber was I think from back in November. I was in my school with some of my friends and I went over (by myself) it go upstairs, but for some reason the stairs had turned into a ladder and when I got to the top there was a frozen Vodka (this is the only time I remember ever dreaming about anything related to DC...). I climbed back down and found my friends just as a group of armed men in SWATish uniforms came ramed through the front entrance armed with machine guns. I and a couple of my friends ran towards the stairs/ladder while the rest got gunned down. We then climbed the ladder and at the top was Vodka now being skinned by Gin (0.o), but we just ignored that somehow and climbed into a room at the top that looked like a diner from the 80s... That's all I remember.
I don't remember my dreams unless they're really bad and I think about them a lot after I wake up.
A few years ago I dreamt that I was on the roof of my old high school and got attacked (don't remember if I actually got killed) by samurais
Possible reason: Death was on my mind and I'd just watched something on TV that had Samurais in it. Not sure why I was at my high school though.
Also, I used to have a recurring nightmare where I'm chased through my grandmother's old house by angry ghosts. The people I'm with varies but it usually involved us running through all the 'secret passages' because for some reason we can't get out.
Possible reason: My grandmother's house was old and slightly creepy.
Parkur wrote:Hopelessidiot, Mafia Therapist
Night action: Council
Day Action: PGT
Interrogation: Young
Items: Forged Therapist Degree, Picture of Lucy from Charlie Brown, Picture of Yurikochan
Observe: Hopeless *shakes head*
I've been queasy about this dream pretty much all day, so I'm going to see if writing it down helps. It's pretty violent, so yeah.
Spoiler:
I was at an concert with some friends (I don't know who since they didn't have faces). It was all smoky and there were lasers flashing. One friend and I left the concert for some reason, and it was cool and sunny outside. There were patches of sun and shadow that we stepped through as we walked. We talked for a while about stuff, including how we ate pink marshmallows before we came. Then we stopped by a white minivan in the shade of a tree. Some leaves were falling down from the tree, but they were already shriveled when they came down.
My friend just stood there smiling at me, and I realized with a sinking feeling that he was about to kill me. So in that case, I felt like I needed to defend myself with the kitchen knife I had in my hand. But it made me feel sorta sick to think about stabbing him, so I just made a shallow slash across his chest. When he still didn't move, I steeled myself and made a deeper cut, and when it had literally no effect (he was still smiling, though bleeding, and just watching me as I tried to get up the nerve) I pushed the knife deep in his shoulder and then pulled to the left. (This was very intense for a dream. I could feel myself sweating and my heart beating fast, and I felt realistic resistance as I tried to pull the knife sideways. And I felt nausea the whole time.)
I pulled the knife out, and the gash wasn't bleeding. He came toward me and I was still trying to stop him without actually killing him, so I made this really wide warning swipe at his neck, which only cut a little. When that didn't work, I stabbed him in the neck. He finally started coughing then and fell over, but I still don't think he wasn't dead, just hurt. After that, I tied him up with some ropes that were somehow there, and the knife just sorta disappeared.
This obviously came directly from the stab game. But usually it's me who gets killed when I have mafia dreams, and those never bother me. I guess because Beastly cutting my brake lines so that I drive off a cliff (::))is a fairly absurd/humorous situation, whereas this felt more realistic. Or maybe because this was such a vivid dream. (Plus, I felt guilty when I woke up. ;_; For stabbing some guy to sort-of death.)
And I did see pink heart-shaped marshmallows at Kroger the other day, and I wanted some.
Superman = Captain America > Aquaman = Hal Jordan > Wonder Woman > Barry Allen > Thor > Martian Manhunter > The Hulk > Wasp > Hawkeye > [power gap] > Iron Man = Batman > [power gap] > Hank Pym
Akonyl wrote:
I claim no responsibility for any stabbing-related dreams!
and he took you to a white minivan in the shade? You don't have a fear of getting kidnapped or something do you? :V
Actually, I think it was supposed to be my car, since I used to drive a white minivan. :x But maybe, since there have been a lot of reports about assaults and stuff on my college campus lately.
Last night I dreamed I was trying to get ready for a dance and stuff kept going wrong and making me late. Annoying, but not scary.
Superman = Captain America > Aquaman = Hal Jordan > Wonder Woman > Barry Allen > Thor > Martian Manhunter > The Hulk > Wasp > Hawkeye > [power gap] > Iron Man = Batman > [power gap] > Hank Pym
pofa wrote:
Actually, I think it was supposed to be my car, since I used to drive a white minivan. :x But maybe, since there have been a lot of reports about assaults and stuff on my college campus lately.
Last night I dreamed I was trying to get ready for a dance and stuff kept going wrong and making me late. Annoying, but not scary.
note to self: pofa kidnaps children. Well, she used to. Maybe still does.
pofa wrote:
Actually, I think it was supposed to be my car, since I used to drive a white minivan. :x But maybe, since there have been a lot of reports about assaults and stuff on my college campus lately.
Last night I dreamed I was trying to get ready for a dance and stuff kept going wrong and making me late. Annoying, but not scary.
note to self: pofa kidnaps children. Well, she used to. Maybe still does.
ProfParanoia wrote:
I'm not allowed to say anything.
it's alright, I know Stockholm Syndrome can be pretty powerful.
At least I get a lot of Lima back.
"You two can both shut up," she answered, as FBI agents descended upon DCTP in a swarm.
Superman = Captain America > Aquaman = Hal Jordan > Wonder Woman > Barry Allen > Thor > Martian Manhunter > The Hulk > Wasp > Hawkeye > [power gap] > Iron Man = Batman > [power gap] > Hank Pym
{...} My friend just stood there smiling at me, and I realized with a sinking feeling that he was about to kill me. So in that case, I felt like I needed to defend myself with the kitchen knife I had in my hand. But it made me feel sorta sick to think about stabbing him, so I just made a shallow slash across his chest. When he still didn't move, I steeled myself and made a deeper cut, and when it had literally no effect (he was still smiling, though bleeding, and just watching me as I tried to get up the nerve) I pushed the knife deep in his shoulder and then pulled to the left. (This was very intense for a dream. I could feel myself sweating and my heart beating fast, and I felt realistic resistance as I tried to pull the knife sideways. And I felt nausea the whole time.)
I pulled the knife out, and the gash wasn't bleeding. He came toward me and I was still trying to stop him without actually killing him, so I made this really wide warning swipe at his neck, which only cut a little. When that didn't work, I stabbed him in the neck. He finally started coughing then and fell over, but I still don't think he wasn't dead, just hurt. After that, I tied him up with some ropes that were somehow there, and the knife just sorta disappeared.
This obviously came directly from the stab game.
You hit someone 5 time in the dream. Xcom was stabbed 5 times...
My dream's not pretty today. Good thing it's not violent.
Spoiler:
I was in a classroom (learning about something I'm sure has nothing to do) with my political science professor from last term. It was more of a flurry of words and ideas that spun around me. Something about me going to fail an assignment, not handing it in time, written in the most horrible way EVER, failing a course, not getting out of university. I started to run around the school (in a high school hallway, with lockers all around) with images of the professor flashing around me (like some evil spirit). Then I woke up from the dream.
Spoiler: Why did all this happen?
Probably because I have an English assignment due tomorrow about analysis and it's getting on my nerves trying to think of themes from a single passage. The political science professor was good at what he knows, but it's hard to understand how to write to him (like what's happening now). The scenes of me in terror running around came from horror movies from long ago where they were trying to run away from the evil thing looking to eat the person up.
{...} My friend just stood there smiling at me, and I realized with a sinking feeling that he was about to kill me. So in that case, I felt like I needed to defend myself with the kitchen knife I had in my hand. But it made me feel sorta sick to think about stabbing him, so I just made a shallow slash across his chest. When he still didn't move, I steeled myself and made a deeper cut, and when it had literally no effect (he was still smiling, though bleeding, and just watching me as I tried to get up the nerve) I pushed the knife deep in his shoulder and then pulled to the left. (This was very intense for a dream. I could feel myself sweating and my heart beating fast, and I felt realistic resistance as I tried to pull the knife sideways. And I felt nausea the whole time.)
I pulled the knife out, and the gash wasn't bleeding. He came toward me and I was still trying to stop him without actually killing him, so I made this really wide warning swipe at his neck, which only cut a little. When that didn't work, I stabbed him in the neck. He finally started coughing then and fell over, but I still don't think he wasn't dead, just hurt. After that, I tied him up with some ropes that were somehow there, and the knife just sorta disappeared.
This obviously came directly from the stab game.
You hit someone 5 time in the dream. Xcom was stabbed 5 times...
{...} My friend just stood there smiling at me, and I realized with a sinking feeling that he was about to kill me. So in that case, I felt like I needed to defend myself with the kitchen knife I had in my hand. But it made me feel sorta sick to think about stabbing him, so I just made a shallow slash across his chest. When he still didn't move, I steeled myself and made a deeper cut, and when it had literally no effect (he was still smiling, though bleeding, and just watching me as I tried to get up the nerve) I pushed the knife deep in his shoulder and then pulled to the left. (This was very intense for a dream. I could feel myself sweating and my heart beating fast, and I felt realistic resistance as I tried to pull the knife sideways. And I felt nausea the whole time.)
I pulled the knife out, and the gash wasn't bleeding. He came toward me and I was still trying to stop him without actually killing him, so I made this really wide warning swipe at his neck, which only cut a little. When that didn't work, I stabbed him in the neck. He finally started coughing then and fell over, but I still don't think he wasn't dead, just hurt. After that, I tied him up with some ropes that were somehow there, and the knife just sorta disappeared.
This obviously came directly from the stab game.
You hit someone 5 time in the dream. Xcom was stabbed 5 times...
D:
;_; I thought I was your only knife victim fantasy.
I've been queasy about this dream pretty much all day, so I'm going to see if writing it down helps. It's pretty violent, so yeah.
He finally started coughing then and fell over, but I still don't think he wasn't dead, just hurt. After that, I tied him up with some ropes that were somehow there, and the knife just sorta disappeared.
