RoxyRollah

I read "I hit the flash mob below." Tbh I skimmed your dream post and it ends way cooler if you hit the flash mob below. J/s. Also don't read Dante's inferno before bed. ****s witcha mind mang.

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Chiomara

I only remember fragments of last night's dream; this is what I scrawled down on a post-it note before going back to sleep early this morning:

"Several black sphinx cats with green eyes; they gathered and one licked my hand. Wind everywhere, wind that felt like a whip-- low black bubbling clouds-- possible death, a group of people half known half unknown, a test or thing to be endured in order to transform- like this lady who was looming there-- powerful, mute, feral-- had large machinelike animals and animallike machines she rides-- she chose me; she sent the wind to collect me."

Frownland

There was a $2 hike in cigarette prices here so I recently quit after trying out a pack of dirt cheap ones instead of my regular camels. I think that's what incited this nightmare. I was also sleeping in a car and was waking up every hour.

I was with my friends doing some weird ****--fixing an instrument I think--and we ran out of beer so we walked to the liquor store. So we arrive there talking jibberish, and I pass by the vodka and start looking at the beers and there are all these new tags on them over the old stickers. They had repriced everything 4 or 5 dollars higher, so the craft beer aisle was like $20 a six pack. My companion informed me of the new beer tax when I asked what the ****. I dropped to me knees and let out a dramatic "NOOOOOOOOOO!!" At that point, a black widow started crawling up my leg (I should note that I was in my underwear at this point in the dream). I smacked it and smacked it but it kept climbing higher towards my crotch. Then I grabbed it and crushed it in between my index finger and thumb, which set off a wild shockwave through my body that made everything fuzzy and muffled. Then the dream ended.

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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

The Batlord

Can we start taxing babies or something? Every time they raise the cigarette tax I get the urge to bomb the state legislature.

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Frownland

We should tax babies in areas where there is easy access to abortion clinics.

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Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

The Batlord

And subsidize abortions.

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djchameleon

Had two weird dreams, one about my gf and one about my ex.

In the dream about my gf, she jumped in a cab to meet some guy at a hotel and he ended up kidnapping her. He took her across state lines and ended up pimping her out then I crossed over into a dream about my ex where I just barely escaped a building that exploded. The people that made it out of the building were lining up to get their blood tested for some chemical related to the explosion but the line was so long and out into the street for three blocks that I said **** that and went home. I ended up seeing my ex's 2 yo son in my apartment and I was so pissed off because he didn't have his diaper bag with him which is weird because his mother wouldn't leave me to babysit him without it. Poor kiddo was starving so I looked in my fridge and I was out of everything, no milk , nothing. I ended up just filling up his bottle with water and he drank that. I kept looking through my cell phone to find her phone number to call her but it looked like her number was erased from my phone. I couldn't even remember her last name and thought maybe I started to organize people in my phone by last names then these strangers started barging into my apartment acting like they knew me and hanging out but they wouldn't help me figure out this stupid girl's last name or her number. I was like **** this I'm waking up because too much bad shit is happening. I realized it was a dream and looked up at the clock on the wall and pulled myself out of it.

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

Chiomara

Dreamed I was walking through the neighborhood my childhood friend used to live in. I always dream of this neighborhood; usually they're nightmares. I saw Keith there-- the older brother of said friend. He was terrible to us as children-- sadistic, even. But now, he was gentle and kind. His head was shaved, he was very pale and he flew around, talking about his father. He explained that his father had molested him regularly. I told him that I knew, though I hadn't known then. We felt linked now, for some reason, and he followed me as I continued walking toward an empty lot. A boy who looked quite familiar was there; he explained he was a sort of a part of Francisco (an ex of mine), or a part of his psyche rather. He looked like a younger version of him. He spoke slowly and smiled often; he explained various things I had been vexed about regarding the dissolution of our relationship and his radio silence. I then had to leave. I ended up in a classroom; there was a male professor there, in his 30s perhaps, and after class he gave me a pornographic video of himself. Not a terribly exciting dream I suppose.

Key

The last dream I can remember had something to do with a man in my house. I remember very specifically that there was a man standing at my door to my bedroom. However I could not recognize his face, nor did he talk. All I remember is that he was there. He never moved. He never strayed from his spot. He then proceeded to speak a few minutes later, but his voice was so faint that it sounded like he was outside. So of course, what did I do? I ran outside. I then woke up the next morning very tired and a feeling of unease took over my body. I knew what had happened, but it did not feel like a dream. This happened a little while ago. Since then, I've been very weary about anything I hear at night.

Chiomara

Dreamed I was in a hotel. My very presence there was such bad luck that everyone was nearly getting killed and stumbling into freak accidents. One girl was caught between the stairwell and some object protruding from the wall-- just hanging there while her head and arms thrashed violently. So, I shut myself in the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, pulled an egg out of my pocket and glided it all over my face and body. (dream-me was only vaguely knowledgeable about the egg cleansing practice used by traditional healers in Mexico, I guess) Immediately after this, a rubbery, yellowish webbing appeared all over my face-- I peeled it off, and it was so very thick that I was momentarily elated, thinking maybe my entire face would peel off. No such luck, though.
After this, things were a bit more normal (less frequent freak accidents) but I felt mildly possessed, and kept doing dangerous things like perching on the railing of a balcony that was several stories high, hoping I'd fall and die.