I had this vague dream about another Utena movie, it was like a trailer. All I remember was Juri having a conversation with Dios about something, and they where in Atlantis.

$40?  Aw, don't be silly, Dognog   For a video-capable mp3 player and a toy car, you owe us over $100 easily.  Still, it's not quite fair, since you only got those things in your dream, so we will accept payment in dream dollars. 

I had a dream last night where my brother was dead. I like my dreams typically, even nightmares and such, but when someone close to me dies in them, I just want them to end.

In this dream, I was in a bowling alley, and I was bowling with late-90's rap icon DMX.  The only problem was that the place was horribly crowded, and we ended up having to bowl at the very end of the alley (lane 180).  That, and there was a 'cherry-picker' crane sitting right in the middle of the walking space.  The place was so crowded, that I actually had to aim and throw the ball at the exact same time as everyone around me.

I let the ball go, and it went above the pins, into a little mesh tray holding up some drinks.  It knocks over the cup of fruit juice on the far end, and traps it between the edge and the tray.  I get frustrated and grab the ball, slamming it into the cup so it goes down the hole completely.  I walk back over to my seat, and when DMX asks me what happened, I just say "It hit the fruit juice and got stuck.  Just mark it as a strike."  DMX is like "Oh, so that's how you wanna play, huh?"

DMX walks off, and apparently although the crane is gone now, there's a produce stand taking up part of the bowling alley now.  DMX picks a huge pumpkin instead of his bowling ball, and makes his way back towards our lane.  A couple of rednecks try to stop him, I believe they worked for the bowling alley and didn't want him to get the place messy with pumpkin guts.  DMX is getting pissed off, so I try to diffuse the situation by saying "Come on, X.  Look at all the bumps in that thing.  There's no way you'll be able to throw it straight anyways."

Then I wake up IRL, realizing it's 7:45 AM, and that I'm supposed to meet someone at 8 AM.

I just had a creepy dream, though I'm sure it sounds silly when I try to describe it.

I was trying to hide from a monster (not sure how to describe it, but I don't think it was humanoid), who was roaming around inside my grandparents' house. At some point I got stuck, so I had to try and get past it (my idea was to run and hope I was quick enough for it to not notice). Then, a boy came and told me that the monster just wanted to talk. I was skeptical of course, but not having many options, I went to the kitchen where the monster and everyone were gathered. I don't remember what the monster said, but apparently it all turned out fine, and the monster left.

And then everything went on as normal for a while. Normal for a dream anyway. Cut forward in time, and we see a girl driving in a car, talking to the audience (this part made me think of Marble Hornets). She had been the one talking to the monster, and she said said that you might not remember her from the show much, but she was very emotional, which was probably why...

Before she's done explaining, however, her car gets out of control. It keeps driving around uncontrollably for a while, and when it finally stops, the girl hits her head on the steering wheel and bleeds all over it. In her final moments she thinks about how badly her hand is hurting. And then I wake up.

So yeah, didn't take me long before I started talking about one my dreams here. That dream freaked me out though. When I fell asleep again I eventually started to dream about video games, which is a lot nicer.

Last edited by Lurv (07-27-2012 06:37:55 AM)

I cut my area off with a large kitchen knife. The whole dream was just me (naked) in the bathroom bleeding to death. When I woke up, I had to check if it was still there. That's weird, not having any feeling there.

The next night I was falling to the ground, respawing in the air over and over. The whole dream. There was a Simpsons poster on the wall of my bedroom despite the fact that I have no posters. And I was naked again.

Why am I always naked in my dreams? On that note, why are all my dreams me getting hurt?

Last edited by Dazmi (08-16-2012 04:28:34 AM)

I realized that dreaming on the night when you are drunk... Your brain comes up with the weirdest stuff.

This dream consisted of several different stuff. I only remembered a couple scenes now.

I recalled us having Rosecon (I was convinced it's probably a Rosecon because Stormy was in it, and he said in the dream that he's got a teaching job in Columbia).... not sure where this Rosecon took place, but it involved going onto a bus and traveling to some place with a col de sac and stone pillars. I had the impression that it's some kind of music hall.

It was very very breezy, and on the bus, there's this old lady who wore a Sailor Moon costume. When the bus made a stop, she wants to exit the bus, but all the passengers were freaking out because they're afraid that if the wind blows on her skirt, they'll see her unmentionables. Her response was that it's no different from wiping your butt after taking a dump (I... don't know how that is logical...). And, that kinda got the passengers even more disgusted at the thought. So, when she DID walk out of the bus, yes, the wind blew on her, and a bunch of people started screaming when they saw her.

I remembered commenting that I had mad respect for the old woman for having the guts to cosplay well into her old age.

Fast forward, arriving at destination, it looked like we are in an old school where the classrooms are all windows and no air conditioning. For some reason, I recalled needing to learn how to treat myself if I were stung by a bee, and what better way to learn that by getting stung by a bee first? This bee I encountered had a sting the size of a thumb tack. Turns out later that the REAL sting is actually connected to a thumb tack. So, when the bee stung me, it actually didn't hurt (Somehow recalling the Goliad episode from Adventure Time helps). And then the place where it stung me grew bean sprout. People freaked out and said that I need to get seen by a doctor, even though I didn't know what the big deal is because it didn't hurt.

Waking up, I realized how terrifying it would have been if there actually was a bean sprout growing in my nail.

*hugs* for you, satyr. Here's hoping you have better dreams of your beloved doggy!

I dreamt earlier this morning (yesterday morning? I donno) that Minecraft had updated to 1.4. Then I woke up. Dammit, consciouness, why must you torment me so?

Four dreams!

-Some guy screaming "revenge". Got more parasitic and monstrous everytime the word was shouted. Grossed me out.
-I turned on the faucet and there was no cold water. The horror!
-Flew at warp speed down a long, white hallway for quite some time. Crashed into a glass door, got cut everywhere and died.
-I was sitting in this dark ally under a yellow street light and something scary was walking toward me. Turns out it was a Lion with a doofy smile on its face. Got to hug it and feel its mane. Made me feel soft and relaxed when I woke up.

Last edited by Dazmi (11-24-2012 11:17:42 AM)

Crisis: The world is now in a shortage of 2% milk. No one is allowed to buy said product until supplies return.

I walk through a market, people running about, trying to find a substitute. I pick up a gallon of 1% milk, but put it back, as it doesn't meet my wants. Wanda Sykes then comes up behind me, with green hair, chewing me out and using many types of racial slurs. I explain to her that I was just putting it back. She says nothing, but walks off, defeated.

I happen across the refrigerated section and miraculously find some 2%. I quickly grab it and stuff it into my cart. Once I make my way to the cashier, they say to me that they cannot sell the milk to me, as we're in a shortage. I ask them why, even if I found it? Shouldn't they not even have it out at all? Since it was found, and was out in the open, they should sell it. They simply state that they cannot.

Had a wonderful, lucid dream.  Pretty much perfect, although details were still hard to get down.  I couldn't look too long at anything, and I for the most part ignored creating any kind of memorable scenery.  I was going for a kind of story.


Secret story.


Not based on fanfic.  Swears.

I had the strangest dream last night. If written as a story, I think it would be my version of Empire Star.

I'm not sure anyone would ever care to read that story, but at least I'll preserve the details from it here.

We started with me and Gio, walking around in this tiny jewel of a tropical city, walking toward a market to check out the fresh fruits. The harbor in the south was a vivid blue, and I could see some girls picnicking on a grassy spot in the park, and further down, a girl in a white set of clothing, like hospital scrubs, running along the edge of the beach. Gio and I walked into the store and spent some time chatting with the patrons, talking the the wonderful old caribbean lady who ran it. We knew her-- she hugged us both, and pointed us toward something new that she'd thought we'd like. They looked like tiny, fuzzy pineapples, and tasted divine. We bought a few things from her and we were heading back to my family's waterfront home to make something interesting out of them when the girl who was running pushed past us. I didn't recognize her, but she looked scared.

When we got to my family's home, Gio was barred entry by the doorman, and my father (who wasn't my real life father) told me my marriage to her was no longer recognized by the state and I needed to be married to someone else, quickly, because I'd caused such a scandal by being married to a woman in the first place. He told me they had someone suitable picked out for me, someone who could bring more assets to our family, and gestured to a man with sandy hair and a possessive look in his eye. I didn't know him. I flat out refused to comply with everything, and my father grabbed my arm and called for his footmen to lock my in my room.

After that, there's a bit about secret passages that I'm not really clear on, but I remember it being absolutely urgent for me to reach the kitchen. I think I had a stash of money there someplace where no one else knew about it, or I was going to get food there. Regardless, neither of these things happened; the kitchen staff was being shouted at by someone resembling my real life mother, who saw me, called me ungrateful and sneaky, and had two of the girls from the kitchen bring me back to my room. I remember seeing a sympathetic looking doctor in the foyer as we passed, and after he saw the kitchen maids dragging me back to my room and the struggle I was putting up, I heard him start to threaten to call the police, and my father start to order the footmen to escort him from the premises. The girls bringing me to my room couldn't have done any different when others were watching, as some of the household staff sympathized with me and some didn't, but when they got to my room, they told me to meet them in the attic and they would bring whatever I had been looking for in the kitchen. They knew I could get out of my room, and hadn't told anyone so far, so I decided to trust them.

To get to the attic, I had to climb up two floors between the walls, then go down the main hall to the attic access (there was only one) and from there I could get to a skylight and then the ground. But I met my brother, only a hundred pounds heavier, in the hall, and somewhat cruelly, he told me that he would overlook me being out of my room if I would bring him a raisin cake from the kitchen. He was enjoying his joke at my expense when I told him I would see that he had one in an hour and, being a bit of an alright guy if basically an asshole, he agreed. When I did meet up with the kitchen maids, they agreed to make him one on my behalf, and handed me the money I had stashed and the little bag of fruit and such that Gio and I had bought from the market. There was quite a bit of money, so I gave them some for helping me, and changed into some clothes they had brought me. They looked like white hospital scrubs.

Somewhere here, I remember looking at the walls of the attic and seeing writing on them, like spells or something. I'm not sure where that fits in.

When I got to the ground, the first thing I did was find Gio-- and we went to a grassy place at the harbor, well-guarded by policemen, and sat down to try to think, and finally ate the wonderful little fruits we'd bought. Then it gets all jumbled again; a mishmash of the policemen standing by and watching while the man my family would force me to marry hunted me through the park and streets and even into the water to drag me back home.

Eventually I remember climbing out of the water, the water drying as I ran through the streets, pushing past a couple coming out of the little market, running towards a large building like a supermarket/department store of some sort, thinking to change my clothes and hair so that I could hide. I remember running through a huge flock of birds as small as hummingbirds, their feathers clipping me as they couldn't move out of the way fast enough. Inside I used a credit card that my family didn't know about to buy some things, and while standing there I saw the sympathetic young doctor from before. Just as I made my way over to him to ask for his help, the alarm rang, and I realized I absolutely had to get up as Gio and I are having lunch with Syora today.

And now we're late...

Once in a while I dream that I can fly, usually in the effortful way that's a little like swimming; once in a while I dream about cuddling; once in a while I dream about my dead dog Kirby.  Not often do I dream about all of those things in two days.  I've had a couple nice nights.