Dreams

DwnWthVwls · 03-09-2018, 11:12 PM

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Originally Posted by Chiomara

I'd find them in a large open envelope in the top drawer of a dresser beneath a window in an unfamiliar room.

I hear this is where you can find quotes from Frownland being nice.

Chiomara · 03-09-2018, 11:14 PM

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Originally Posted by Frownland

Really nicely worded, you should write poetry based on your dreams if you don't already.

It does seem like a thing I would do, doesn't it? (Not sure if that's a good or bad thing) I don't do poetry much these days, but I do often use various settings or people from my dreams in my spur of the moment micro stories that I write occasionally. I still can't get that dream of my brother out of my head (the one in the starkly lit cul-de-sac surrounded by tall trees) for obvious reasons, so maybe I'll use that one next. Or the abandoned shopping mall aquarium dream.

**Frownland** · 03-09-2018, 11:22 PM

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Originally Posted by DwnWthVwls

I hear this is where you can find quotes from Frownland being nice.

That's not true, DWV. When you find that place, you'll realize that it was in you all along.

You're a top 5 member though, know that.

*skeptic bro hug*

OccultHawk · 03-10-2018, 12:12 AM

Two things

1) Frown is going through his crush on Chiomara phase
2) He’s also rolling

Oriphiel · 03-10-2018, 02:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Chiomara

My dreams still haven't returned to normal. Instead (for the past few weeks) I've just been having vivid dreams about talking to people I know (online and in real life). Which is much less exciting than I'm used to. But the conversations are always extremely long and delve into things we don't usually discuss IRL. Sometimes they're online conversations and sometimes they're long handwritten notes passed back and forth throughout the entire dream. In the last one, there were always smaller notes folded within the larger ones. I'd find them in a large open envelope in the top drawer of a dresser beneath a window in an unfamiliar room. Most of these dreams aren't terribly exciting but some will stick with me for the remainder of the day and feel very real, and I'll often remember specific things the other person said for a few hours after waking. So, yeah. Not terribly exciting.

Yo, do you wanna have a dream conversation about season three of Twin Peaks?

Chiomara · 03-10-2018, 02:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Oriphiel

Yo, do you wanna have a dream conversation about season three of Twin Peaks?

Please, yes (that's the only way to discuss it that would make sense, tbh)

Oriphiel · 03-10-2018, 02:20 PM

Groovy. I'll meet you in The Black Lodge.

Chiomara · 03-11-2018, 08:00 PM

When I'm very stressed and/or drinking a lot and/or not sleeping well, I sometimes dream of being stalked through an immaculate and half empty two-story suburban house. (with salmon-pink carpeting, except for the stairs, which are usually either white or green. The decor was sparse and sort of.. Bland McMansion type modern decor meets early 90s kitsch.) I am always a guest in these dreams. The house belongs to three identical teenage sisters and one older brother. Their parents are always mysteriously absent. Usually it all begins with me walking past their house at dusk and being called over by one of them (sometimes they're crouching on the roof, sometimes they're standing in a tree motionlessly) and led inside. The sister's scarcely speak (they peer out of the doorways of their separate bedrooms on the second floor when I walk down the hall in search of a window because all the other windows are covered in flowered sheets and duct tape, and peeling off the duct tape would have been too loud to do surreptitiously) and they're always dressed in ill-fitting Laura Ashley-style dresses with puffy sleeves. Anyway, I had a variation of this dream last night, I think. The most stressful part always takes place in the completely empty upstairs loft/"playroom" area. Sometimes the walls and ceilings would be carpeted, too, which made it feel like some horrible cocoon. The brother would always corner me in this room, right by the balcony, while asking me repeatedly to stay for dinner (he'd always mention that his parents were away at their lake house but that they'd left them a casserole and that it would be "very rude" if I didn't try the casserole, etc etc)-- which all sounds like typical mundane dream stuff but for some reason this particular dream is always deeply unnerving.

Chiomara · 03-12-2018, 01:07 PM

Had a typical stress dream about my old stalker. I remember this song playing (coming from nowhere in particular) at one point, but I don't remember anything else, really.

grindy · 03-13-2018, 12:53 PM

Dreamt that I was a kid again, about 8 or 9 and had a sleepover with a bunch of other kids in a creepy old house's gigantic attic.
We soon discovered that some plant, probably a moss, was growing everywhere, hidden by the floorboards and wallpaper.
The moss turned out to be intelligent, benevolent, telepathic, shapeshifting and able to instantly interact with and mutate human cells.
It became our friend and gave some of us powers.
One boy got wings.
One girl was turned into some kind of green plant person and was to stay forever in the attic, tending to beautiful gardens the moss made appear. Apparently she was never okay with being among people and this would be the best course of life she could have and she was really happy.
To interact with us better, part of the moss formed a human shape.
We hung out with the mossman and had lots of fun. At some point we noticed that the mossman got sicker and seemed to fall apart, but he assured us, it was just hard for him to keep this form going and that it was just a little part of his whole body which still grew everywhere. We understood this but where still sad when the mossman died at some point.
Luckily he reappeared just in time to save a boy who accidentally fell out of a window.
Then there was some kind of mystical battle between the mossman and some kind of reaper-like, hovering apparition but that was all very murky and soon transitioned into another dream where my dad and his best friend, who were both cops, took me to New York where I befriended a bunch of three-eyed, african-american mutants who were being chased by shadowy government forces.

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03-11-2018, 08:00 PM	#1178 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	When I'm very stressed and/or drinking a lot and/or not sleeping well, I sometimes dream of being stalked through an immaculate and half empty two-story suburban house. (with salmon-pink carpeting, except for the stairs, which are usually either white or green. The decor was sparse and sort of.. Bland McMansion type modern decor meets early 90s kitsch.) I am always a guest in these dreams. The house belongs to three identical teenage sisters and one older brother. Their parents are always mysteriously absent. Usually it all begins with me walking past their house at dusk and being called over by one of them (sometimes they're crouching on the roof, sometimes they're standing in a tree motionlessly) and led inside. The sister's scarcely speak (they peer out of the doorways of their separate bedrooms on the second floor when I walk down the hall in search of a window because all the other windows are covered in flowered sheets and duct tape, and peeling off the duct tape would have been too loud to do surreptitiously) and they're always dressed in ill-fitting Laura Ashley-style dresses with puffy sleeves. Anyway, I had a variation of this dream last night, I think. The most stressful part always takes place in the completely empty upstairs loft/"playroom" area. Sometimes the walls and ceilings would be carpeted, too, which made it feel like some horrible cocoon. The brother would always corner me in this room, right by the balcony, while asking me repeatedly to stay for dinner (he'd always mention that his parents were away at their lake house but that they'd left them a casserole and that it would be "very rude" if I didn't try the casserole, etc etc)-- which all sounds like typical mundane dream stuff but for some reason this particular dream is always deeply unnerving. __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify

03-12-2018, 01:07 PM	#1179 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Had a typical stress dream about my old stalker. I remember this song playing (coming from nowhere in particular) at one point, but I don't remember anything else, really. __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify

03-13-2018, 12:53 PM	#1180 (permalink)
grindy . Join Date: Oct 2014 Location: . Posts: 7,201	Dreamt that I was a kid again, about 8 or 9 and had a sleepover with a bunch of other kids in a creepy old house's gigantic attic. We soon discovered that some plant, probably a moss, was growing everywhere, hidden by the floorboards and wallpaper. The moss turned out to be intelligent, benevolent, telepathic, shapeshifting and able to instantly interact with and mutate human cells. It became our friend and gave some of us powers. One boy got wings. One girl was turned into some kind of green plant person and was to stay forever in the attic, tending to beautiful gardens the moss made appear. Apparently she was never okay with being among people and this would be the best course of life she could have and she was really happy. To interact with us better, part of the moss formed a human shape. We hung out with the mossman and had lots of fun. At some point we noticed that the mossman got sicker and seemed to fall apart, but he assured us, it was just hard for him to keep this form going and that it was just a little part of his whole body which still grew everywhere. We understood this but where still sad when the mossman died at some point. Luckily he reappeared just in time to save a boy who accidentally fell out of a window. Then there was some kind of mystical battle between the mossman and some kind of reaper-like, hovering apparition but that was all very murky and soon transitioned into another dream where my dad and his best friend, who were both cops, took me to New York where I befriended a bunch of three-eyed, african-american mutants who were being chased by shadowy government forces. __________________ *A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.*