Yay, I'm glad that this thread is alive again!

IRG Dreams as of Lately:

- Well, for one thing, I dreamt that we all had a big IRG meet at a Burger King. (Definitely not the location I would have chosen.)

- A while ago, I dreamt that Epi and I were roleplaying as Mikage and Mamiya, which I completely forgot about until just the other day. A line from Julius Caesar turned up in the roleplay, for some reason.

- I dreamt that Akio wrote Gio a love letter, and I was translating it for her.

- I one of my dreams, I was driving along, and then I ran into Tamago. Then we got attack by wolves. My dream-self was complaining about how inaccurate it was that we were able to fight them off so easily. (Because apparently my dreams are supposed to be accurate.)

- Frosty was in one of my dreams, and I didn't even realize it until I woke up. I was visiting my friend's house in the dream, and I was telling my dream-friend about my adventure on the way there, (which involved people trying to kill me because I had stumbled upon some sort of secret,) and Frosty was nearby.



Last night I had a weird dream. I dreamt that George Bush was trying to pass a law to kill all of the lesbians, and I was like, "What the fuck, he really is as bad as everyone says!" And apparently they had already passed a law like that in China.

dollface wrote:

GANDALF.

If it couldn't be Akio, I'm glad it was Gandalf.

Razara wrote:

- I dreamt that Akio wrote Gio a love letter, and I was translating it for her.

...last night I dreamt I had a letter from someone and I couldn't read it, and it frustrated me.

Yasha wrote:

Thread necromancy

Sorry that I didn't post in this thread again sooner. I guess that I'm still sort of in the same mindset as the last forum I posted on, where people would bite your head off if you posted in a dead thread.

My dreams are really boring. @.@ They're really realistic, revolve around events that probably will happen, and are executed in a very realistic fashion. They can be pretty weird occasionally, though.

I dunno if Razara (my twin) already told this story, in the only dream I've had where I die (that I can remember), Razara had the same dream. o.o Same place (Water Country), same water slide, same everything. I don't know if we had it at the same time, because she didn't mention it until a month later.

My theory is that, because Razara and I are always exposed to the same places and events in a day, our brain remembered the information the same way. o.o I think that makes sense....

I had a very short, and very powerful dream a few months ago. To explain it, there's a song you'd have to at least read the lyrics to. You all will groan when you see the artist of it, but bear with me, and maybe give it a listen.

I first heard this song and fell absolutely in love with it. Head over heels. It sounded like my insides-- heavy, turbulent, moody, intense and emotional, but sometimes restrained and surprisingly peaceful. It made me think of breaking hearts, screams, tears and gentle, fingertip touches. I keep a lid on this stuff because it offends my sense of fairness to take out my inner storms on others, but some things just resonate with those storms and this is one of them.

When this song showed up in a dream, I wasn't surprised. It was a very, very simple dream. I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, and there was someone behind me, wrapped around me, leaning on his elbow so that he could look down at me. I could feel his hair tickling my neck, and his fingertips were tracing my cheekbone so lightly I could barely feel them. I knew, in the dream, that this was someone I loved so much that it broke my heart to think of it, and I knew he thought I was asleep. He was just making sure I was real, I guess. Enjoying that I was there. But the thing was, he was humming this song. I felt so wonderfully warm and comfortable and loved that I never wanted this dream to end.

The twist ending-- and of course there is one-- is that between the time I fell in love with the song and the time I had this dream, I'd become aware of the lyrics. If you want to read them, they're pretty romantic, yes... in a completely obsessive and horrifying way that probably ended in a murder. So I have to wonder... why would I dream that, and how did the dream end after I woke up?

While shaking, the last sound is erased
While weeping for our unforgivable sins
Ephemeral dreams, sorrowful dreams, painful dreams announce the end
Into gentle dreams, into beloved dreams, like that day, like that time...

Last night, I had a horrible dream about me being infected with lice. I've never had lice, so the entire idea of buggies jumping around and eating my scalp freaks me the hell out.

And the night before that, I had the worst nightmare. It started out that all of IRG were going to get on a schoolbus and drive to Russia, starting in America. (Apparently, we were going to drive through the ocean, too. Or maybe there was a bridge across the Atlantic Ocean. Something.) My mother volunteered to come along and chaperone the 18-and-under crowd of IRG. So there we all were, standing there in my school's bus garage, ready to board this gigantic schoolbus about the size of one of those two-floor airplanes. Mum dropped something, and I went on ahead while she picked it up. She stood up, and the bus started up, accelerated, and RAN HER OVER. I woke up and I couldn't stop crying until I realized that I wasn't in a bus garage, and neither were the other IRG members, and my mother was at home. >w<

I've had dreams where I've died, too. Most of them, for some reason, just involve my heart giving out. The one I remember most clearly is when I got chased down and killed by the killer from Scream but with a hook for a hand. He got me with the hook, I died and wound up in Hell. Actually, all of the dreams where I die end with me in Hell. It's weird.

I don't have the flying dream because I'm afraid of being high up without something to hold me in. I've had the falling dream once or twice, though. You know, they say that if you have the falling dream and you hit the ground, you're gonna die because no one ever hits the ground.

Then there's my aunt who can predict stuff through dreams. She knows someone's having a baby if she's dreaming about fish.

I hate dreams where I die, because they're always realistic enough that I feel as though that would really be my final thoughts before my death.


Anyway, I always have more dreams to add to this thread.

Last night, I had my first Invader Zim dream in years. I don't remember it well enough to describe it, but I think that it was based in one of BioKraze's fanfictions.

Another Touga related dream, though stranger than the last one, started out with me applying for a job to sell pretzels. Touga was interviewing me, and then for some reason he was trying to kill me. (Must have found out that I don't like pretzels.) I was trying to run away, but it was one of those annoying dreams were you can't run fast enough. Then I got annoyed of running, so I turned around to fight him. I never found out who won, though I would like to hope that it was me.

I also dreamt that Kozue got arrested. The reasons why she was arrested were flashing by, as though they were notices popping up on The Sims. There were a lot of reasons, (Kozue, wanted for everything?) but the only one my mind registered was killing a kitten, even though that was Nanami. Maybe she was falsely imprisoned. I remember her saying to me, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get me out of here!"

Edit: Mentioned the same dream twice, and probably ended up remembering a few details differently.

Last edited by Razara (06-18-2007 05:53:03 PM)

I had a horrible nightmare, and I can't believe I'm even going to tell you this, because it's wicked embarassing, but the only thing I really remember about this dream is that there was some sort of resistance agains some kind of ultimate evil... and the ultimate evil was actually a lifeform that had taken the shape of an island, a new continent actually, on Earth. But it could transform.

And I was part of this group making a last stand in this little western town. And there were lots of people. And I showed up, super ominously, big shadow, sun blotted ou, the day was like night, whole nine yards. Its choosen form for eradicating us all?

A giant, 300 foot tall four legged chicken.

Quite a few months ago, I had another bizarre dream. I don't know why I didn't post it until now, but here we go...

While walking through a New England neighborhood, I stumbled across an abandoned manor with a lone willow tree between it and its family's graveyard. I never got a glimpse of what the place looked like behind the front, but I walked in anyway and saw...the ghost of a fourteen year old girl. She said her name was Katrina, and that something horrific happened upstairs. I tried to get her to show me what happened, yet she refused to go anywhere beyond the confines of the first floor. So I went upstairs and found where the family had been killed. Apparently, the death was so traumatic that even Katrina, as a ghost, wanted nothing to do with it and left the second floor alone. There was a third floor, but it was mostly attic.

The really weird part was the graveyard. If you pushed a certain gravestone aside (it might have belonged to Katrina; right now I can't remember much of it, but still), it moved to reveal a ladder down into a small crypt chamber. I don't remember much about the crypt, except that it was very cold, made of marble and the hurricane lamps had blue flames instead of normal red flames.

I never learned much else from this dream, but it was definitely interesting. I think I was placed there to try and help Katrina overcome her fear of her own death. She accepted that she was dead, but refused to accept HOW she died. Very odd, really...

That's clearly coincidence, Razara.

Last night, I was putting together my outfit for Blood Feast III, so I guess I was thinking about it when I went to bed. I dreamt that I was walking in the door, and I saw Razara and Gio sitting at the bar. I assume no one here has ever been to an Astrid Haven show, so it was very odd seeing them there, dressed normally. Razara was at the bar nursing a glass of whiskey [she appeared to have had a few already], and Gio was beside her reading the newspaper. It was very strange. Later on that night, I saw Epi, and she was so short! It was funny to see us together, she was a whole foot shorter than me. She tackled me and started speaking in German. I responded in French. This was all well and good [but so impressed was she by him...], but the best part of my dream was just that my outfit looked good

I'm sad. I never remember my dreams anymore.