Once, while dreaming, I was in this sort of huge room in a palace, and there were some big fancy stairs that for some reason, dream me decide jump off of. When I realized how stupid that was and how painful it was gonna be, I realized I had to be dreaming, so instead of splatting on the floor, I started flying around the place.
"I like girls, but now, it's about justice."My dreams are just fabulous
-ly disturbing.
My nightmares are almost always terrifying, most of my "benign" dreams are incomprehensible.
I had a dream once that a guy broke into my house one night, slunk up the stairs real quiet like, and then when he got to my room...
he LEAPED in, and then his face seemed to blur and "melt" demonically, the eyes blurred out and the jaw hanging open unnaturally wide, blackness inside his mouth. There was a quiet, ghostly moan coming from his mouth. I apparently woke up screaming because my parents were panicked and had rushed into my room.
Good times, good times.
edited 9th Jun '13 3:23:37 PM by Prometheus136
War is God.I remember one dream that was interesting to me.
There was some sort of claustrophobic, dark, medieval fort/castle, that was under siege by an army of men in elaborate uniforms, kaiser helmets, and the identical, pale faces.
They launched spheres of fire everywhere, and I was attempting to escape, I ended up in some secret passage way, in which three people, two men, and one woman, in ratty leather coats were consorting about how to find a stash of weapons and treasure, and I had the distinct impression they had sold out the city.
Apparently there was now a large bomb about to go off, so I ran through the tunnels, while the other three examine a glyph on the wall, which unveiled a secret room full of guns, ammunition, and explosives. It ended up exploding in their faces.
I had found a clean looking steal door, which was funny considering the decrepit Victorian sewer feel of the passages, though the door, was a bunker, which was pristine, full-on Ascetic Aesthetic, with a heavily make-up'd fat woman cleaning about with a vacuum.
Outside, it was day, with a lush field and a few trees outside.
END DREAM
edited 9th Jun '13 3:31:54 PM by eldritchseer
Of course, then there was the ONE dream that was so EPICALLY FANTASTICAL that I was distraught when it was finished.
It was like some kinda... uh... Tolkien-fantasy... Legend Of Zelda... something. Whatever, I just know that it was just AMAZING. Gorgeously fantastical images were everywhere... sigh.
That sounds far too coherent to be my kind of dream.
edited 9th Jun '13 3:32:50 PM by Prometheus136
War is God.Back.
Had to go poke a wall for a while. No ripples.
As far as I can tell, this is reality and you guys are real.
Cool.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?It really felt like I was playing some kind of Legend Of Zelda game. It even had music... really cool music with chanting. It was like if someone took Tolkien and gave him a fuckton of peyote or something. None of it made ANY sense, but I didn't care- it was friggin' COOL.
War is God.I had a weird dream last night, actually.
It involved ghosts, Supernatural, lawsuits, reality tv shows, tornadoes, and demons trying to buy my soul.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

... You didn't dream that you peed on the tree did you?
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!