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Dreamed i was in a train station and I asked some guy in broken German if it was easy to make money in Germany even if you don't speak German. Don't remember what he answered. Then I went out and met with a hippie. I told I wanted to do Suvorov Alps route by foot. The Alps where a Disney like mountain. So I guess I was in Italy, so idk why I spoke to that guy in German
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I had a really weird one last night. A friend and I were driving to sell cocaine to former Red Hot Chili Peppers guitarist John Frusciante. My friend was driving terribly, running things over seemingly totally oblivious to the fact that he was driving. When we get there we talk to the guy, and after a few minutes I realize this dude's a ginger, and obviously not John Frusciante. I ask him about it and he says he just lies about who he is to get his cocaine faster. At this point we go in the guy's house and sit down in his living room. It's me, my friend, the ginger guy, and Floyd Mayweather. After some time an asian woman with braces calling herself Sally Good-**** comes in and tries to fellate Floyd Mayweather in a really weird flamboyant fashion so we all leave. After walking out of the door it zooms out and reveals that the modern city we're in is actually sitting on a stone plate, on a giant stone staircase that must be thousands of miles tall. The architecture of the stone tower looked like the tribal village from Peter Jackson's King Kong. Anyway a big piece of the stone plate falls off and destroys the stairway down. I remember thinking, "Man they'll never get down now." Then I woke up. Been having really weird ones like that lately.
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Mine wasn't nearly that weird or entertaining, but it did make me sweat. It must have been because I've been thinking about the military a lot lately so I had a dream where I was literally in boot camp and it was the most stressful **** thing in my life (dream life :3). Specifically getting the bed to their standards was **** annoying. The whole thing was stressful because since I don't know the Army standard for beds in real life I obviously wasn't told or explained what it was in my dream. So I was constantly failing and getting punished or yelled at by the drill instructors, oh man it was good. I'm pretty sure I've had that thought of "Yeah the bed making would be something I would struggle with initially in the military" so I had a dream that used that to its fullest potential.
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Today I dreamt I was an advisor to an egyptian style noble family, they had a house on a prairie (don't think there's prairies on egypt lol) and I remembering telling them to keep the windows half-closed cause too much light was bad for the woman (the chief's wife I guess) if she happened to be pregnant. I also got stung by wasps in my head and arms, the dream took a turn to the dramatic when their their little daughter called Emmer decided to run off to the prairie. We chased her and found her by a huge cheetah, who ran after us, I tried to dodge it and it went my way, then set running for other part of the house (I remember thinking "okay, this is pretty unlikely even for a dream") and supposedly murdered the whole family.
Last night I dreamt that outside my house there was a black Labrador which had just had 6 adorable puppies. All the puppies were black except for one beautiful little golden boi. However the others ostracized the poor pupper and left it to fend for itself, so I took it under my wing, fed it and soothed it. Then I decided to adopt it and all was wholesome and lovely.
Then it drowned. Because **** my dreams apparently.
Then it drowned. Because **** my dreams apparently.
Had a decently coherent dream last night.
A couple friends and I were going around being salesmen instead of working our jobs for some reason. It was some kind of semi-post-apocalypse world where it looked nice and green in the cities, but looked like the Scar Tissue music video everywhere else. What we sold changed all the time, sometimes it was porn, sometimes it was classic cars that appeared near us, sometimes it was speaker systems. We went through several houses that I don't really remember, sometimes successfully, sometimes not but by the end of the day we had about 700 bucks between us. We got to our last house, which was a big mansion with a rich white family living there. We sold them porn, then speaker systems, then as I was leaving, their daughter was getting home and she was FINE so I went back in with her and tried to sell her brother a car. After some talking we'd sold it, but they needed to get money out of the bank. So the mom rode with two of my fellow salesmen to the bank, while another salesman and I stayed behind. We talked for a while and it started getting weird. They showed us a picture of their twenty or so multi racial, ethnically diverse, adopted children, making comparisons to their dogs and saying something like "when we meet em on their own out there and we like them so much, it's hard to not let them live here with us." I turned to the other salesman, who was eventually Dwight from the Office but I don't think he had morphed into him yet, and told him I hadn't seen any other people. It was at this point they got us down in the basement somehow, where all the adopted folks were. The dad told me he thought I was such an upstanding young man that he had to adopt me. I started arguing, obviously, and a fight broke out and a couple of kids, at this point mostly feral, got out, as well as me. I followed one little girl to a tree house where a giant revolver was. The dad caught us there, and the girl pretended she was going to shoot herself before blasting a hole in his stomach and running away. I got away and it pretty much did a movie dissolve to me back at my house. I told someone about it, I think it was my brother, and we decided to go back to the mansion to kill the ****s and get my coworkers back. I remembered that they had ridiculous hp before. I had tried to hit them with blunt objects and it barely did anything so I decided to try and stealth kill everyone this go around. I snuck around back where a river ran behind the house, and saw a guard patrolling. The guard never saw me no matter what I did, so I threw him in the river. I was just about to sneak in when I heard them bringing their dogs out. I ran around the corner and hid but one of the dogs ran straight to me. I got ready to kill it but it was friendly and I just shooed it off. I snuck into the building and discovered they were having some sort of party in their home theater. The front lobbyish room they had, had a few people in it including the mom. So I stopped sneaking walked up to the mom, and twisted her head till I felt her neck snap. The people in that lobby all ran out, so I went into the theater. As soon as I opened the theater door, what sounded like a fire alarm started blaring. The rest of the family seemed glad I came back. I pulled a pickaxe from hammer-space and killed the son when he approached me, then hit the dad like eight times, each time causing blood to fountain out of his wounds. Even after this he wanted to come with me, like we were friends. At this point I couldn't see the daughter and all the party guests were running out in terror so I decided to bail. I grabbed the keys to the classic car we sold them, found my brother, and headed for the door. The dad stopped me again begging to go, drenched in blood that was still spraying out like a Tarantino movie. So I hit him a few more times with the pickaxe and ran out. I saw my fellow salesmen on the porch with thousand yard stares. At this point they had all become characters from the Office. I yelled at them but they had no reaction until I called all of them by name which seemed to snap them out of it. We all ran to the car but I woke up before we got to it.
I really have to make sure I smoke weed before bed, so I don't remember these nonsense dreams.
A couple friends and I were going around being salesmen instead of working our jobs for some reason. It was some kind of semi-post-apocalypse world where it looked nice and green in the cities, but looked like the Scar Tissue music video everywhere else. What we sold changed all the time, sometimes it was porn, sometimes it was classic cars that appeared near us, sometimes it was speaker systems. We went through several houses that I don't really remember, sometimes successfully, sometimes not but by the end of the day we had about 700 bucks between us. We got to our last house, which was a big mansion with a rich white family living there. We sold them porn, then speaker systems, then as I was leaving, their daughter was getting home and she was FINE so I went back in with her and tried to sell her brother a car. After some talking we'd sold it, but they needed to get money out of the bank. So the mom rode with two of my fellow salesmen to the bank, while another salesman and I stayed behind. We talked for a while and it started getting weird. They showed us a picture of their twenty or so multi racial, ethnically diverse, adopted children, making comparisons to their dogs and saying something like "when we meet em on their own out there and we like them so much, it's hard to not let them live here with us." I turned to the other salesman, who was eventually Dwight from the Office but I don't think he had morphed into him yet, and told him I hadn't seen any other people. It was at this point they got us down in the basement somehow, where all the adopted folks were. The dad told me he thought I was such an upstanding young man that he had to adopt me. I started arguing, obviously, and a fight broke out and a couple of kids, at this point mostly feral, got out, as well as me. I followed one little girl to a tree house where a giant revolver was. The dad caught us there, and the girl pretended she was going to shoot herself before blasting a hole in his stomach and running away. I got away and it pretty much did a movie dissolve to me back at my house. I told someone about it, I think it was my brother, and we decided to go back to the mansion to kill the ****s and get my coworkers back. I remembered that they had ridiculous hp before. I had tried to hit them with blunt objects and it barely did anything so I decided to try and stealth kill everyone this go around. I snuck around back where a river ran behind the house, and saw a guard patrolling. The guard never saw me no matter what I did, so I threw him in the river. I was just about to sneak in when I heard them bringing their dogs out. I ran around the corner and hid but one of the dogs ran straight to me. I got ready to kill it but it was friendly and I just shooed it off. I snuck into the building and discovered they were having some sort of party in their home theater. The front lobbyish room they had, had a few people in it including the mom. So I stopped sneaking walked up to the mom, and twisted her head till I felt her neck snap. The people in that lobby all ran out, so I went into the theater. As soon as I opened the theater door, what sounded like a fire alarm started blaring. The rest of the family seemed glad I came back. I pulled a pickaxe from hammer-space and killed the son when he approached me, then hit the dad like eight times, each time causing blood to fountain out of his wounds. Even after this he wanted to come with me, like we were friends. At this point I couldn't see the daughter and all the party guests were running out in terror so I decided to bail. I grabbed the keys to the classic car we sold them, found my brother, and headed for the door. The dad stopped me again begging to go, drenched in blood that was still spraying out like a Tarantino movie. So I hit him a few more times with the pickaxe and ran out. I saw my fellow salesmen on the porch with thousand yard stares. At this point they had all become characters from the Office. I yelled at them but they had no reaction until I called all of them by name which seemed to snap them out of it. We all ran to the car but I woke up before we got to it.
I really have to make sure I smoke weed before bed, so I don't remember these nonsense dreams.
krik said:
Or maybe you shouldn't, because that was pretty interesting to read.I had a pretty odd one last night. It started off normally, with some generic, disjointed, easy to "translate" sequences, but then the final one... I was playing 2v2 football in a tiny pitch, teams consisting of a guy and a girl. Some sort of teambuilding tournament, I think, because nobody knew each other, and I think I saw the others as colleagues. My teammate got forced to sit a match out for unsportsmanlike attitude or something, so I had to take on the two opponents myself. They scored an easy goal against me.
Then a friend's friend -- just an acquaintance to me -- showed up to "reinforce" me. I welcomed her, and she wrapped her right arm around me from behind and to the side. I grabbed her elbow, which was remarkably sharp for some reason, i.e. I could feel the bones with amazing clarity. She asked me: "What are you doing after the fjord this evening?", and I assumed the teambuilding thing would include visiting a fjord. "Don't have any plans", I replied. But before I could ask whether she had something in mind, she said: "Then just wake up. Wake up! Wake up!", the entire dream seeming to stop and enter a loop of repeating lines, as if waiting for "input" (which has happened before). I thought that I've never had a dream character order me to wake up before, so I should probably do it, and opened my eyes. It was exactly 7:00 in the morning.
Did a perimeter sweep around the area, just in case. Nothing out of the ordinary. Looked at my emails, looked at the news. Nothing requiring me specifically being awake. Went to bed again. I wonder what she'd've said if I'd had the presence of mind to ask her why I should wake up, and what she was supposed to represent...
I have a recurring dream where I accept some food or drink from somebody, only to become intoxicated and lurch over somewhere where I fall asleep. Last night I took some food on a tray and ended up lying against a stone fence trying to force myself not to fall asleep and trying to escape, my feet disobeying, because I somehow knew that a spooky witch was on her way.
pentagathus
Baron
Piss a little bit in your milk so if he's planning on stealing some you get instant revenge.
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Grandmaster Knight
I had a dream that all men were created equal.
Then some ******* walked up and shot me in the head
Then some ******* walked up and shot me in the head
I had a dream that I was banned from TaleWorlds due to accumulated warnings and mutes. Upon receiving the ban the moderator expressed his sincere regret and how hard was it for him to do this, but that it was the result of an automated system of accumulated warnings. (Dream logic, I know). Later on I tried to look up the thread where I had ****posted last but in the common fashion of dreams it was nowhere to be found.
Thank god it was all just a dream.
Thank god it was all just a dream.
Actually, this is the dream. Please wake up. You've been banned for months.
BIGGER Kentucky James XXL said:
had a funny dream in which I went to school, there was a long add debate about nothing, a guy put his hand in my pocket and took out two huge sandwiches I didn't even knew were there. then I left and saw the hills and there was a kind of landslide going on, but it was frozen (in time) and it had the shape of many puppies. so it looked like 3 or 4 puppies rolling down the hill. for some reason I thought this would be interesting for jacob, so I took a picture and sent it to him through the forum, which had changed and had s dark red edgy theme. at some point in the dream I inspected a $100 bill that had publicity on it somehow.
I think this dream was somehow influenced by the fact that yesterday I was looking some stuff up and saw this guy: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Sealy_Gosset and I thought, dang, he look like destestiduitu
I think this dream was somehow influenced by the fact that yesterday I was looking some stuff up and saw this guy: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Sealy_Gosset and I thought, dang, he look like destestiduitu
