Dreams

Chiomara · 01-24-2018, 05:54 PM

Took a short nap and dreamed that these three teenage boys had gotten into my computer somehow and printed out (which seems inefficient to me but) my nude photos and mailed them to every single person in town. Once I hunted them down they seemed unrepentant and explained that they would die on the next full moon and so they just wanted to do something whimsical, that's all. But then I learned that they were tricking countless girls into going into these pods (at a nearby boarding school) that killed and disintegrated them the moment they'd lie down in them. It almost always worked, as the pods weren't unlike these cocoon-like things one could lie in in order to speak to their dead ancestors in the forest behind the boarding school. Anyway, they arranged all this in order to appease the thing/god/whatever that was planning to sacrifice them on the next full moon (in hopes that the girls would be enough and they could live). So, I feigned ignorance for a few days and then on the night of the full moon, I dragged the three of them to this isolated large pond. I made them wade into the water until they were neck-deep. Whenever they'd get suspicious I'd just say something like "Take off your clothes I'll be in in a minute

" and they'd oblige. Then I poured gasoline around the pond and lit it-- to keep them contained-- and waited until they were pulled to the bottom of the water by some unknown force and drowned. (edit: Oh and I was also playing a rendition of The Moon by The Microphones on the hangpan drum during this to distract myself from the unpleasantness)

OccultHawk · 01-24-2018, 06:01 PM

That reminds me of a blend between two works by Joyce Carol Oates

1) We Were the Mulvaneys
2) Rape: A Love Story

Quote:

and waited until they were pulled to the bottom of the water by some unknown force and drowned

Maybe it was gravity.

Chiomara · 01-24-2018, 06:44 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

That reminds me of a blend between two works by Joyce Carol Oates

1) We Were the Mulvaneys
2) Rape: A Love Story

Maybe it was gravity.

No the bottom of the pond was a hellmouth, obviouslyyy.

**Frownland** · 01-29-2018, 07:22 AM

Dreamt that I was seeing a performance of a play that my uncle wrote when he had a heart attack. He looked at me, told me that he hated the lead actor and that I had to do play the role. Then he died and the lead actor left with his corpse and I assumed the stage. From there I babbled some **** I don't remember and the plot evolved to where I had to do the rest of the play in my underwear. I was more annoyed with that because I wanted to be fully nude but they pulled me offstage and showed me the script. Then I was like fine **** it and finished my part in the play. I think my character died 2/3 of the way through the play or there was an intermission or something, but I went outside to get some fresh air. My friend was out there with her dog and I started talking to her about the show and how annoying it was that my uncle had died. While I was talking, her dog looked off of the staircase/balcony thing that opened up to a street and just leaps off. I jump onto the hood of the car and there's another dog smelling my friend's dog laying on its side in the street. My friend was slower than I was, so I went over to see if it was alive. It looked up at me with a cartoonish frown on his boxer face. I comforted him and was distressed thinking about how I was going to fix it all when I woke up.

Ol’ Qwerty Bastard · 01-31-2018, 04:23 AM

elph was in my dream last night

i dont really remember anything else about it

OccultHawk · 01-31-2018, 06:30 AM

I dreamt I saw Pink Floyd and then met Mick Jagger back stage. He was promoting the show. I asked him if he considered The Rolling Stones a violent band and said I felt like I was being beat up when I listened to Street Fighting Man and Gimme Shelter. Instead of answering he sang me a show tune and we were in bed. I woke up with a stiffy.

Ol’ Qwerty Bastard · 01-31-2018, 09:17 AM

i probably beat you up and took your lunch money and bicycle or something

Key · 01-31-2018, 09:42 AM

I don't think I've had a dream in several weeks. I'm ok with that.

~~MicShazam~~ · 01-31-2018, 09:56 AM

I have dreams rarely. Sometimes they come in waves, where I can remember what I dreamed dream several days in a row. 99/100, I can't remember anything when I wake up. My dreams are mostly mildly unpleasant anyway. They always end up with me getting lost somewhere and feeling sort of in a weird mood when I wake up. It's pretty tiring.

I once had a very vivid dreams where I was standing in my living room, looking exactly like it does in real life (my dreams are usually unrealistic and makes locations feel like meshes of different places I've been to). Then, a huge deep-orange mushroom cloud rises on the horizon and I'm thinking "this is it. It's all over." I wake up and feel like I've actually just accepted my imminent death, feeling more than a little moody and unsettled. It felt so real. Why can't I just have nice dreams?

So I'm fine with almost never being able to remember anything, actually.

Chiomara · 02-02-2018, 06:09 AM

Haven't been writing my dreams down this week; here are some faint snippets I remember:

-A hidden realm that seemed to be controlled solely by this 50-something white-haired man who resembled some evil antebellum mayor. I can't remember many details about the place itself, but there was a lot of water-- most of the area was covered by about two feet of water, with large rocks every where and small, narrow old buildings that did not seem to serve any purpose. While walking around I'd occasionally see a group of men tied together by the ankles and necks with various torture devices attached to them (so that with each step they'd be pierced or hurt in some way). They were all wearing this symbol, and I eventually realized that this was part of some sort of long initiation ritual; the pain generated would be used later to feed whatever deity they served and/or supplement their rituals. I kept seeing an old mutual friend lurking in the background-- he was the best friend of my horrible ex, and they were both in the O.T.O. in real life together so I thought, "oh, of course he's here."
The evil white haired man remained in his chair (which sat in a pool of water0 the entire time, and was very fixated on me. He insisted that I loved him, and that his subjects loved him too because of this, and that they would continue to torture themselves forever "for your love." He did feel extremely familiar, as if he'd been my evil husband eons ago, and I had a rush of guilt as I worried I had somehow approved of this plan a long time ago.

-San Francisco. Lots of long enclosed bridges with tiny rooms inside. I don't remember much else about this one. Before reaching the bridge I was walking up and down small grassy hills littered with piles of abandoned trinkets strewn about; I wanted to take all of them to sort through later. I was waiting to meet someone. While waiting I called over some crows with my crow caller, though only one came down-- he had bright blue eyes and presented me with a shiny blue bottle cap (which I happily accepted of course). I patted him on the head and told him he was "such a good boy, and the prettiest boy too!" because all crows are good boys.
edit: just remembered-- at the end, someone kept handing me these two dachshunds, telling me their father was dying and needed me to take care of them.

01-24-2018, 05:54 PM	#1121 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Took a short nap and dreamed that these three teenage boys had gotten into my computer somehow and printed out (which seems inefficient to me but) my nude photos and mailed them to every single person in town. Once I hunted them down they seemed unrepentant and explained that they would die on the next full moon and so they just wanted to do something whimsical, that's all. But then I learned that they were tricking countless girls into going into these pods (at a nearby boarding school) that killed and disintegrated them the moment they'd lie down in them. It almost always worked, as the pods weren't unlike these cocoon-like things one could lie in in order to speak to their dead ancestors in the forest behind the boarding school. Anyway, they arranged all this in order to appease the thing/god/whatever that was planning to sacrifice them on the next full moon (in hopes that the girls would be enough and they could live). So, I feigned ignorance for a few days and then on the night of the full moon, I dragged the three of them to this isolated large pond. I made them wade into the water until they were neck-deep. Whenever they'd get suspicious I'd just say something like "Take off your clothes I'll be in in a minute " and they'd oblige. Then I poured gasoline around the pond and lit it-- to keep them contained-- and waited until they were pulled to the bottom of the water by some unknown force and drowned. (edit: Oh and I was also playing a rendition of The Moon by The Microphones on the hangpan drum during this to distract myself from the unpleasantness) __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify Last edited by Chiomara; 01-24-2018 at 06:02 PM.

01-29-2018, 07:22 AM	#1124 (permalink)
Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,541	Dreamt that I was seeing a performance of a play that my uncle wrote when he had a heart attack. He looked at me, told me that he hated the lead actor and that I had to do play the role. Then he died and the lead actor left with his corpse and I assumed the stage. From there I babbled some ** I don't remember and the plot evolved to where I had to do the rest of the play in my underwear. I was more annoyed with that because I wanted to be fully nude but they pulled me offstage and showed me the script. Then I was like fine ** it and finished my part in the play. I think my character died 2/3 of the way through the play or there was an intermission or something, but I went outside to get some fresh air. My friend was out there with her dog and I started talking to her about the show and how annoying it was that my uncle had died. While I was talking, her dog looked off of the staircase/balcony thing that opened up to a street and just leaps off. I jump onto the hood of the car and there's another dog smelling my friend's dog laying on its side in the street. My friend was slower than I was, so I went over to see if it was alive. It looked up at me with a cartoonish frown on his boxer face. I comforted him and was distressed thinking about how I was going to fix it all when I woke up. __________________ Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth. d e a f b o x

01-31-2018, 06:30 AM	#1126 (permalink)
OccultHawk one-balled nipple jockey Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Dirty Souf Biatch Posts: 22,006	I dreamt I saw Pink Floyd and then met Mick Jagger back stage. He was promoting the show. I asked him if he considered The Rolling Stones a violent band and said I felt like I was being beat up when I listened to Street Fighting Man and Gimme Shelter. Instead of answering he sang me a show tune and we were in bed. I woke up with a stiffy. __________________ 2016 2017 2018 2019 2020 Member of the Year & Journal of the Year Champion Behold the Writing of THE LEGEND: https://www.musicbanter.com/members-...p-lighter.html

02-02-2018, 06:09 AM	#1130 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Haven't been writing my dreams down this week; here are some faint snippets I remember: -A hidden realm that seemed to be controlled solely by this 50-something white-haired man who resembled some evil antebellum mayor. I can't remember many details about the place itself, but there was a lot of water-- most of the area was covered by about two feet of water, with large rocks every where and small, narrow old buildings that did not seem to serve any purpose. While walking around I'd occasionally see a group of men tied together by the ankles and necks with various torture devices attached to them (so that with each step they'd be pierced or hurt in some way). They were all wearing this symbol, and I eventually realized that this was part of some sort of long initiation ritual; the pain generated would be used later to feed whatever deity they served and/or supplement their rituals. I kept seeing an old mutual friend lurking in the background-- he was the best friend of my horrible ex, and they were both in the O.T.O. in real life together so I thought, "oh, of course he's here." The evil white haired man remained in his chair (which sat in a pool of water0 the entire time, and was very fixated on me. He insisted that I loved him, and that his subjects loved him too because of this, and that they would continue to torture themselves forever "for your love." He did feel extremely familiar, as if he'd been my evil husband eons ago, and I had a rush of guilt as I worried I had somehow approved of this plan a long time ago. -San Francisco. Lots of long enclosed bridges with tiny rooms inside. I don't remember much else about this one. Before reaching the bridge I was walking up and down small grassy hills littered with piles of abandoned trinkets strewn about; I wanted to take all of them to sort through later. I was waiting to meet someone. While waiting I called over some crows with my crow caller, though only one came down-- he had bright blue eyes and presented me with a shiny blue bottle cap (which I happily accepted of course). I patted him on the head and told him he was "such a good boy, and the prettiest boy too!" because all crows are good boys. edit: just remembered-- at the end, someone kept handing me these two dachshunds, telling me their father was dying and needed me to take care of them. __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify Last edited by Chiomara; 02-02-2018 at 06:43 AM.

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01-31-2018, 09:42 AM	#1128 (permalink)
Key . Join Date: Dec 2010 Posts: 13,153	I don't think I've had a dream in several weeks. I'm ok with that.

01-31-2018, 09:56 AM	#1129 (permalink)
~~MicShazam~~ Account Disabled Join Date: Aug 2015 Location: Aalborg Posts: 7,634	I have dreams rarely. Sometimes they come in waves, where I can remember what I dreamed dream several days in a row. 99/100, I can't remember anything when I wake up. My dreams are mostly mildly unpleasant anyway. They always end up with me getting lost somewhere and feeling sort of in a weird mood when I wake up. It's pretty tiring. I once had a very vivid dreams where I was standing in my living room, looking exactly like it does in real life (my dreams are usually unrealistic and makes locations feel like meshes of different places I've been to). Then, a huge deep-orange mushroom cloud rises on the horizon and I'm thinking "this is it. It's all over." I wake up and feel like I've actually just accepted my imminent death, feeling more than a little moody and unsettled. It felt so real. Why can't I just have nice dreams? So I'm fine with almost never being able to remember anything, actually.