Don't tell me... you farted feathers for the whole week?

Don't worry the forum will still exist if you don't happen to have an experience that's worthy of making a post about it.

:rolleyes:

I had a ****ed up dream that I will try to put into words once I have finished watching the Sopranos. Something about those greasy italian men shooting each other, its just so damn good to watch! God Bless mafia films!

Just think, I get to spend all day every day in New Jersey. It would be like a dream come true for you.

No, no. That would suggest that I ate my pillow.


Waiting For Guffman - Corky Speech - YouTube

Through the coarse of my sleep, I must have pushed it in between the headboard and wall.

You lucky mother ****er!

I was in Cape May a few years back! Lovely Schpot!




So the dream.

I was living on this...We could call it a building, a very large building, with those big concrete floors, but these floors stretched on for miles, and there were thousands of floors, it was like a country. Anyway, I was on the roof, the top floor, we were surrounded by all of these tall mountainscapes, the sky was a deep purple. But there was an entire nation of life forms on the top of this roof, all different shapes, colours. While I was on the roof, there was some commotion, and violence erupted, people and things were tearing each other to pieces, there was violence, these things were killing each other, ripping eachother apart. One of them got me by the leg and started doing something to it, like cutting it or something, then Anthony Hopkins fell off the roof and my sight followed his fall, like I was having an outer body experience, I was his body hit off all the rocks and stuff as he fell to the bottom. It was so ****ed up.

Anyway I managed to break free, I started hovering, and they were all shocked and angry because I was getting away. I sat up on top of the nearest mountain watching the violence. Then I started throwing rocks at the building, but perspective was irrelevant, so the rocks did not get small according to the distance I threw them at, a fist sized rock to me, was like a massive boulder to the roofscape. When it landed it ripped through the concrete, creating large holes in the floor, killing all underneath it, I was getting revenge and it felt great, I remember throwing a lot of rocks.




so, can someone shrink me please, and tell me what the **** is going on?

I've almost had the lucid dream within a dream before. I fell asleep and woke in my cousin's house where the walls were a strange rainbow colour, and I looked at the time and realized that I had an affair that I needed to get up early for, so I went to bed. I then dreamt that I was lucid dreaming and stood up from my bed, walked out of the room (which had changed to my bedroom) into the hallway and that's all that I remember from that point in the dream within a dream. I came back to the other dream but was unaware that I was dreaming.

I've also made myself forget that I'm lucid dreaming, like it'll become obvious and then I'll just shrug and keep on acting like it's real.

Inception ****.

had a dream where I was a spy

same old same old

doing the usual espionage ****

So what I understand here, correct me if I'm wrong you are not giving me any clue what happen to your pillow. You had a dream about eating a pillow and when you awoken somehow your marshmallow mysteriously disappeared. And you insist it was not a case "Nocturnal Mastication", the medical term for eating in your sleep.