Dreams

The Batlord · 01-19-2018, 10:01 AM

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Originally Posted by OccultHawk

I dreamt I was my dad and instead of treating me like **** I was real nice.

I also had a sex dream. My lover was a beautiful woman with a big dick. In the end she left me to join a motorcycle gang led by Ronnie James Dio. She tried not to say goodbye but I ran her down. Then during the goodbye scene I wasn’t there but in my place was a woman who gave my girlfriend a souvenir picture of the two of them together. Then she off on her motorcycle. The dream took place on a beach and my chick with a dick girlfriend was always nude. Woke up with really solid morning wood.

Were you still your dad when you were ****ing the dick chick?

OccultHawk · 01-19-2018, 10:06 AM

No

And we never ****ed

And interesting question

The Batlord · 01-19-2018, 10:31 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by OccultHawk

No

And we never ****ed

And interesting question

It's one of those posts that would be great to drop in the Spam Thread a year from now without any context.

Chiomara · 01-21-2018, 04:11 AM

Some fragments:

-Nighttime, maybe 3 am? I was sitting at a wooden picnic table which was in the center of a cul de sac of sorts that was surrounded by oak trees. Someone I didn't recognize was seated across from me eating a stack of large mushrooms with maple syrup on top. He suggested that I go pick a pomegranate from the tree and eat that. "I can't eat anything that grows above the earth unless it's given to me," I told him. I knew that if I ate anything I wouldn't be allowed back into the place I came from that night. (At this point I woke up briefly due to a flash that occurred in the corner and what looked like a silhouette of someone in my room, kind of like a photo negative.)

-I was now in yet an another unknown wooded grove lit by a single street light. I was waiting for my brother to arrive by bus. He did, and we talked for a few minutes (which was highly unusual because IRL he is totally non-verbal). Mainly about being sick and whatnot. He left, and I left too, intending to maybe go buy horchata somewhere. (Though I felt the strong sensation that I was waiting for someone or that someone was waiting for me; they had a gravitational pull which was unsettling) I walked down the sidewalk out of the woods and on either side of the path there were large dirt hills and petrified trees, so, very desolate and creepy, but I saw all this and thought "There is definitely a portal here, and also maybe treasures?" so I began digging around on my hands and knees, hoping to find some interesting rocks at the very least. And then I thought "Oh! I need dowsing rods! Duh" and so I scurried back into the wooded area (which was only about 300 feet away) and looked for some sticks that would suffice. I found them in just a few minutes and went back to the strange petrified tree land even though I sort of wanted to stay and lie down. I started trying to find this portal with the dowsing rods-- I'd first start by crawling around quietly and just listening very intently for a whirring (dream-me was a portal expert I guess), waiting for a drop in air pressure, something like that, so that I knew where to start digging and/or dowsing. My phone vibrated in my pocket-- a storm warning. I was thrilled of course. It began raining lightly, and the moment it did I felt drawn to one particular giant thing that looked like this in the distance and my nose began to bleed. My dowsing rods led me to it, and I felt very dizzy suddenly. I crept around to the other side of the giant petrified wood stump and right below it there was a very small, perfectly round pool of thick blackish-blue water that you could not see through. I felt the STRONG urge to step into the water and sink down into it because obviously this was the portal but unfortunately I woke up and that was the end of that (yet again due to spooky noises in my room.)

Chiomara · 01-21-2018, 07:26 PM

Had a dream during my nap but I didn't write it down, so I can't remember most of it:

It was Christmas and I was attending a wake at a stranger's house. (A rather nice though not very large house, with paintings all over the walls and lots of antiques and big giant windows. It was snowing outside.) I think it was in Georgia somewhere deep in the woods. I knew about half of the people there and the rest were strangers. The person who died was the grandfather of someone I knew and I saw his ghost puttering around in the kitchen at one point. I chose to lurk in the corner of the room. There was a man seated in a high-backed dark red chair in the living room; he was holding a small painting in his lap. A dozen or so people were lined up to his left; he was facing away from them, toward me instead though I couldn't see his face-- it was blurry and partly obscured by his hair. He was dressed nicely but a bit disheveled. Whenever the next person in line approached him, they'd whisper something and he would nod either yes or no after staring down at the painting for a few minutes as though it were a scrying mirror. After a while he began ignoring them and started silently mouthing something to me but I couldn't understand what he was saying, and he apparently could not get up to come tell me and I was too stubborn to leave the warm fireplace area. I gave up and walked over to the kitchen to forage for food; the only thing remaining was a bowl of salmon roe caviar placed on top of an ornate copper serving platter. I dumped out the caviar on the plate and formed it into a giant question mark shape, and brought it to the man in the chair without a word and then ran off to go lay in the snow outside.

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

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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

01-19-2018, 10:06 AM	#1132 (permalink)
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01-21-2018, 04:11 AM	#1134 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Some fragments: -Nighttime, maybe 3 am? I was sitting at a wooden picnic table which was in the center of a cul de sac of sorts that was surrounded by oak trees. Someone I didn't recognize was seated across from me eating a stack of large mushrooms with maple syrup on top. He suggested that I go pick a pomegranate from the tree and eat that. "I can't eat anything that grows above the earth unless it's given to me," I told him. I knew that if I ate anything I wouldn't be allowed back into the place I came from that night. (At this point I woke up briefly due to a flash that occurred in the corner and what looked like a silhouette of someone in my room, kind of like a photo negative.) -I was now in yet an another unknown wooded grove lit by a single street light. I was waiting for my brother to arrive by bus. He did, and we talked for a few minutes (which was highly unusual because IRL he is totally non-verbal). Mainly about being sick and whatnot. He left, and I left too, intending to maybe go buy horchata somewhere. (Though I felt the strong sensation that I was waiting for someone or that someone was waiting for me; they had a gravitational pull which was unsettling) I walked down the sidewalk out of the woods and on either side of the path there were large dirt hills and petrified trees, so, very desolate and creepy, but I saw all this and thought "There is definitely a portal here, and also maybe treasures?" so I began digging around on my hands and knees, hoping to find some interesting rocks at the very least. And then I thought "Oh! I need dowsing rods! Duh" and so I scurried back into the wooded area (which was only about 300 feet away) and looked for some sticks that would suffice. I found them in just a few minutes and went back to the strange petrified tree land even though I sort of wanted to stay and lie down. I started trying to find this portal with the dowsing rods-- I'd first start by crawling around quietly and just listening very intently for a whirring (dream-me was a portal expert I guess), waiting for a drop in air pressure, something like that, so that I knew where to start digging and/or dowsing. My phone vibrated in my pocket-- a storm warning. I was thrilled of course. It began raining lightly, and the moment it did I felt drawn to one particular giant thing that looked like this in the distance and my nose began to bleed. My dowsing rods led me to it, and I felt very dizzy suddenly. I crept around to the other side of the giant petrified wood stump and right below it there was a very small, perfectly round pool of thick blackish-blue water that you could not see through. I felt the STRONG urge to step into the water and sink down into it because obviously this was the portal but unfortunately I woke up and that was the end of that (yet again due to spooky noises in my room.) __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify

01-21-2018, 07:26 PM	#1135 (permalink)
Chiomara mayor of spookytown Join Date: Jan 2017 Posts: 812	Had a dream during my nap but I didn't write it down, so I can't remember most of it: It was Christmas and I was attending a wake at a stranger's house. (A rather nice though not very large house, with paintings all over the walls and lots of antiques and big giant windows. It was snowing outside.) I think it was in Georgia somewhere deep in the woods. I knew about half of the people there and the rest were strangers. The person who died was the grandfather of someone I knew and I saw his ghost puttering around in the kitchen at one point. I chose to lurk in the corner of the room. There was a man seated in a high-backed dark red chair in the living room; he was holding a small painting in his lap. A dozen or so people were lined up to his left; he was facing away from them, toward me instead though I couldn't see his face-- it was blurry and partly obscured by his hair. He was dressed nicely but a bit disheveled. Whenever the next person in line approached him, they'd whisper something and he would nod either yes or no after staring down at the painting for a few minutes as though it were a scrying mirror. After a while he began ignoring them and started silently mouthing something to me but I couldn't understand what he was saying, and he apparently could not get up to come tell me and I was too stubborn to leave the warm fireplace area. I gave up and walked over to the kitchen to forage for food; the only thing remaining was a bowl of salmon roe caviar placed on top of an ornate copper serving platter. I dumped out the caviar on the plate and formed it into a giant question mark shape, and brought it to the man in the chair without a word and then ran off to go lay in the snow outside. __________________ Χρυσοσανδαλαιμοποτιχθονία Tumblr - 8tracks - Spotify Last edited by Chiomara; 01-22-2018 at 12:09 AM.

01-24-2018, 05:54 PM	#1136 (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	#1139 (permalink)
Frownland SOPHIE FOREVER Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: East of the Southern North American West Posts: 35,548	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