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 Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 7:05 am
Post your dreams that you have each night, try to do it right after you wake up when it's still fresh.
I'm all out of dreams here...but I'll post them as I remember them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 10:13 am
I have weird dreams that don't make sense. They're quite surreal. I can't remember what I dreamt last night, but I do have a couple of reoccuring dreams. One is about a black tornado that I can see in the distance which gets closer and closer to me and my family. I haven't had that one for a long time, but I frequently have dreams about my teeth falling out.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 2:14 pm
Eh...I can never remember my dreams...to the point where I question having them.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 11:03 am
I question them, well, the ones that were significant to stick in my brain when I wake up..cause I wonder why I dreamt them...
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 4:05 pm
Shadow__Dweller I question them, well, the ones that were significant to stick in my brain when I wake up..cause I wonder why I dreamt them... Nobody knows why dreams occur, or why people dream of what they dream of.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 3:42 am
I can never really remember my dreams, But my nightmares are usually about either tornadoes, or airplanes coming to crash into my house or something.
I've actually has dreams about my teeth falling out alot too. o.o;
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 4:38 am
Teeth falling out is supposedly a common dream...people who are normally conscious about their appearance get it. mad
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:27 am
Alamoria Teeth falling out is supposedly a common dream...people who are normally conscious about their appearance get it. mad I read that it was abotu change...that maybe you were scared of change, or maturing. It's a common dream amongst teenagers so perhaps it's something to do with maturing 3nodding I think that dreams can be explained a little. Not in the way some people write books about them..not all dreams mean anything significant. But I think you can explain why you dream some things.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 1:54 pm
The little girl says -
This is such an epic dream.. I might make a story/comic out of it.
And if it is too long or something, I will take it out.
I can't tell exactly where my dream starts. I know somehow I got into this other world. Me and this other chick, which was someone I knew in my world, but grew up in their world. So it was like a parallel thingy where she was different and stuff. She knew I wasn't the same person, but I think everyone else thought I was that version of that world. Well, we were in this very busy down town square thingy, and we were getting our hair dyed. Well, at one point she lets me park her car, and I accidentally park it on the other side of the square. So every one is freaking out about her car for a few moments.
Well, we are getting our hair dyed. I am doing a blue color, and she is going for a lighter blond. The people in the store slowly realize I am not the girl from their world, so they tease me in a non-friendly-but-we-are-pretending-we-are-friending-and-there-is-nothing-wrong sort of way.
The next part of the dream was repeated because, well I dunno.
The first time, I some how met this older man, (before we dyed our hair), and he took me away. We went off to his parents house were I heard talk about war and slept on the couch. But it wasn't exactly a war, more like a disease and how it was still south of us. And this one man attempted to go into space to escape the disease, but that hadn't worked.
The second time, the old man (not really old, maybe late 20s) gave me AND my friend something. He said it would make us fit better in, in the world. I think we had switched worlds by then, and gone into his world. But this thing he gave us was like that fairy that Link has in Zelda. Only they were exactly "fairies", and for some reason there had been other people and they made a fuss over which ones we got, because me and my friend got "special" ones.
So we are now in his world, and we go off to watch his play thingy. We are both confused at first, because we didn't realize why every one was so rigid, or why he'd drag us there in the first place. The lady was like a twisted version of Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and she was telling some nasty stories. Well, once we stepped into her circle thingy, she sort of had control over our shape, but not our free will. She demonstrated by giving one girl's leg a different structure. Basically one leg was a demon goat's leg, and the other leg was normal. She looked like she was in pain, and couldn't stand that way. She then exploded on the man that took us. Well, my friend, being cocky exploded back. She thought she was tough s**t because of her special "fairy". The woman destroyed my friend's fairy and almost destroyed my friend. My friend was heart broken because she loved her fairy, and he did dirty things to her, (it doesn't make sense). And her "fairy" had been Zuko from Avatar.
Well, the old man took both of US to his parents house this time. There was still talk about war, but this time not as much. The old people took care of us, and we got to sleep there. The next day the old man took us on this train, and my friend is still mopey about her "fairy". Well, on this train(which I think is going to a different dimension), there are other strange people on in. THey look a lot like Muppets, without being the original Muppets. Well, the old man has many children now, like all that he took in at one point. And some of them seem mopey as well.
As the train takes us along, my friend keeps asking the old man where/why we are going somewhere. He says shush, you'll find out. Well, I think we crossed a border or something, because my friend's "fairy" comes back to life, and the other teens(children) don't look as emo any more.
In the next scene we are with the old man and the other kids. In my dream I know every one's name, but now I only remember two (which hasn't been introduced yet). We are sort of living in this tunnel thing, like we have our own upstairs, and separated rooms (I dunno if we got individual rooms or not), but the main part opened to another families part, and I dunno where the other side went. So it was our "family", and then another "family" and then an open area to hang out in.
THe other "family" was a bunch of misfits, and their "father" was a drunk or something. He was really mean to them, and always smelled bad. But the children worked hard, and got stuff done. Their side of the tunnel looked more like a work site, while ours was more relaxed and techy like. Well, me and my friend I was originally going to dye my hair with, asks the other "father" if we can go into his area to get to the hang out area. The man laughs at us, and says if we can make it though, then we can.
His area has smashy things, and other such traps, but we made it through with ease. While passing through, I notice one of his children is "Ian" which is a fling I had a few weeks back. The boy is a bloody pirate, and I still miss him. And he darted back inside, while me and my friend got through the bad part. Well, we are hanging out on the other side, and I slowly realize there is something wrong with all of us. Because it started to happen with me. Most of us were teen agers, but we still acted like younger children, as if we had no hormones (do not ask).
So I scream across the "orange family"'s zone, and tell my "father" this. He screams something back, but I dunno what it is. But I take up the goal that I need to figure out why no one has hormones/why mine are going away AND give them back to everyone. I am not sure how I did this, but I got us into a circle (the orange "family" too (not every one though)) and made them chant a few things and it was gone. Every one had hormones, but no one knew what to do.
Well, one of the chicks from our family came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Sh was Vyn, this girl I dated a few years back. I was a really bad girlfriend to her, and I didn't deserve her.
Well, I ask "Are you MY Vyn, or from this world?" And she giggles. "I am from this world." and then I don't remember what happened to us. Then I remember I was hanging out with some of the other girls from the orange "family" and they were angry at me when I lifted the hormone thingy, cause they were getting their periods.
Well, I went back to our "family" zone, and I noticed that the old man was talking to one of the male children. And he was confused about the hormone thing.The man tried to explain to him as I walked in (one of those side rooms), and I ended up coming out of the room laughing my a** off. No one else understood why.
Scene change!!
I think time passed, because I was the same person, but I knew more stuff, and I wasn't that much older. And I was working at this bar/owned the bar. Well this guy kept calling me threatening me, saying if I wouldn't do this then he was going to kill me. I thought it was just a prank call, and didn't think much of it. Well, after the third call or something, some one tells me its real, and he is going to kill me. Well, I panic a little, and I was up in my (actual) room waiting for him. He walks in through my balcony and he is in all black and we fight. Well, somehow I got his mask thingy off, and it turns out to be my "Ian". And he looks mildly confused at being discovered. "I don't know what to do" he confessed to me, and I was like edging away. He wanted to grab you a** and other stuff, but didn't understand the feelings and wasn't sure what to do.. and then I laughed.
At the same time, I had two friends from MY world coming looking for me. And it showed a scene where I first was, trying to dye my hair. But there was a garden, and they were all confused and s**t. And trying to find me.
Then I woke up.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 5:39 pm
One dream that I can remember very vividly happened a good while ago.
I'm in the street where my gran lives. It's night, raining and the colour is washed out of everything by the orange street lights. In reality, the houses on the left hand side are bungalows but in my dream they were 2 stories. In the upper window of one house, my friend Chris and his brother were looking down on me in disgust. So I hear Canon by Pachebel being played on the violin and I follow the noise. When I reach the end of the street, I see the source. it's a man, sitting on a large rusting oil can in the middle of the road. He's wearing a barbershop quartet outfit and playing the violin as cars drive around him in the rain. As soon as he looks up and sees me, I realise that he was playing the music to draw me to him and that he wants to kidnap me. So I immediatley begin to run back into my gran's street. At this point I realise I'm in the middle of a dream so I choose whether to stay in the dream and be scared or to get up and go to school. I decide on the latter, throw my hand out forcefully, the air ripples and I wake up.
That same thing where I wake myself up has happened in another dream where a kidnapper was chasing me along a waterfront road in a blue sportscar. It's quite bizzare.
My dreams rarely make sense neutral
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 9:07 am
My dreams never make sense either sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 3:17 pm
I had an amazing dream last night-I think I can remember it all:
So I'm at school at night time in the middle of an attack/invasion by some form of creatures. For some reason they're accompanied by Daleks. In the ensuing chaos, we manage to slip through a trapdoor in the floor into the room below. The school goes quiet-we don't know what is happening to those captured but we know that we can't leave the room. I suggest that we climb out the window onto the roof of the adjacent building and then jump into the small lake which surrounds the school. Everyone goes for it and just as I am the last person climbing out, we are discovered. I manage to get out in time and jump into the lake before swimming across to the shore. We all emerge bone dry for some reason and begin to run towards the forest which borders the school grounds. We then remember that to stop students running away rumour told of a bomb that was planted somewhere between the school and the foreest. No-one had dared try to leave the grounds for fear of being blown to bits. So we realise that we cannot leave the grounds until we have determined the position of the bomb. Given that the creatures from the school aren't persuing us, we follow a path we know to be safe and end up at a small, single story stone house at the very edge of the forest. There we meet 2 old-ish men. One is tall, with a healthy build, a peaked cap and a small beard befitting a stereotypical farmer. The other is squat and slightly pudgy. At this point my point of view switches to that of my friend Kevin.
As Kevin, I wake up in the stone house and realise that the two men are holding me prisoner. I try to escape but they grab me and bring me back into the house. Although I'm not allowed to leave, they feed me well and give me good living conditions. I begin to ask them questions about the bomb and its location but the taller and more dominant one tells me that I will know in time. At this point the view switches back to Kyle.
As myself, it's now a few months later, Kevin has been living with the two men in the stone house and has become part of their family. They finally decide to tell him where the bomb is. The tall man gives Kevin a tattered old book with a map in it and tells him to follow a rope he has laid out. We follow the rope but end up at a festival with irish traditional music, dancing and beer. We realise that the man's intention was not to show us the location of the bomb but to show us the community that has developed at the edge of the forest and to show us that we are now part of that community and that we should not be so desperate to leave. At the end, we all move in with different families and we continue to live there happily, with the vague hope that somewhere in the future, we can isolate the bomb and leave the forest.
I can describe this much better in person, believe me smile
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 5:21 am
The last dream I can remember is that of a loved one dying. I promptly woke up crying...and the thought of the dream makes me tear up... sweatdrop
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