quote:Originally posted by Inky: hmm? did I miss something?
Okay I tell this with much hesitation.
MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH DEAD INSIDE
Okay. I don't remember a whole lot about it but what the hell.
What I do remember was that I was living in some artsy type of flat. And Dead Inside was visiting me for a week. Only in my dream the part of Dead Inside was played by a beautiful young lady. Not porn star or supermodel, very real, cute, nice looking person.
In any case she was really cool and I was for the first part of the week being pretty much an asshole, just ignoring her as I went about my day. She didn't seem to mind this much, but she had an air about her that made me think she was troubled somehow. In any case she just kind of hung around in the background.
As the week went on though I started talking to her more and more. She had a real quick wit and was just a very cool and sweet girl. I had met her through the internet at Asylum and she was going around to different member's places and crashing for a week or so. Also remember her handle was Dead Inside. She told me her real name, started with an S but I can't remember it now.
The more we talked the more enamored I became with Miss Inside. She was incredibly beautiful as a person but often seemed distant, in her own little world.
We talked more and more. We went out and did shit like go see movies and out to eat but mostly we just hung around my sheik apartment and talked. After I had warmed up to her and she to me I realized I was quite quickly falling head over heels in love with her.
Some other stuff in the dream happened that I don't remember. We went on some adventure or something. I was totally taken with her but she tried to remain distant, though it was hard for her. She didn't want to let anybody get that close to her or something. But deep down she was in love with me too, she just didn't want to admit it. It was very much like something out of a romance novel.
Like I said I don't remember the specifics. But I woke up with an image of a beautiful but troubled young woman that I was madly in love with named Dead Inside.
I have odd dreams that you people figure in sometimes. I rarely remember my dreams and when I do I don't remember many details.
I do remember playing golf with fiend and paint. The beer cart was empty after it passed our way.
Then another time, we were bulding a house. Who is we? I think most of the rgulars were there. I don't really recall seeing faces so much as just figures who I "knew" who they were. Paint likes power tools. Then some weird asian splnter group from the Jehovahs witnesses came by and fed us. I don't remember anything else.
Dust mites are your friends.
Last night I dreamed that there was a big explosion at a factory and the factory guys came to school to talk to us about the accident and kept talking more about what the company did instead of the accident. I became outspoken in the crusade for the truth and ended up right smack dab in the middle of Return to Planet of the Apes (with Charlton Heston). *shiver*
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Here's a dream for ya…I was eighteen and living at a house with two guys, one was a tattoo artist name Sleaze, the other my boyfriend Rely.
The whole six months I lived there both men were trying to convince me to get a tattoo. I was not the least bit interested. Tattoos are just not my thing. Anyway, after months of their arguments I had a dream one night that still makes me shiver to this day.
In the dream it was Friday night, we were partying heavy. I remember reeling about in the dream, drunker than a skunk I was. The next thing I remember was waking up 48 hours later and I was covered in a full body tattoo of a huge dragon. The body of the creature ran all down my back and its tail began in the lower butt area, wrapping all the way around one leg two or three times, his back legs were clenched onto my hips and his front claws were gripping my breast, his head was wrapped around my neck and his long tongue ran across my throat over onto a shoulder. It was extremely colorful and solid. It was beautiful but that was not my reaction. I started screaming..I almost died in the dream from the stress of it all. I was totally freaked and never so happy to wake to my clear no tattoo skin. Terrible dream
I dreamt about garycoleman last night. This is no joke. I was driving around las vegas and my car broke down in this art deco suburb. gary's house happened to be there, and he said he could loan me a bike while my car was being fixed. He said I could come in for sandwiches. His mom goes, "Is this one of your little friends, gary?" And then he's all, "Sure is, Ma!" And he goes up and pecks her on the cheek. I don't remember the rest of the dream, but I shivered from the wholesomeness of it all.
I think it was the cause of reading up on the Leave It To Beaver show while I was in chat and gary gave me a scientology link.
quote:Originally posted by bunkum: I dreamt about garycoleman last night. This is no joke. I was driving around las vegas and my car broke down in this art deco suburb. gary's house happened to be there, and he said he could loan me a bike while my car was being fixed. He said I could come in for sandwiches. His mom goes, "Is this one of your little friends, gary?" And then he's all, "Sure is, Ma!" And he goes up and pecks her on the cheek. I don't remember the rest of the dream, but I shivered from the wholesomeness of it all.
I think it was the cause of reading up on the Leave It To Beaver show while I was in chat and gary gave me a scientology link.
quote:Originally posted by rodneyking666: you forgot mine
"I had a dream Satan ......
Last night I had a dream I met up with Karen, Paintchips, Goatboy and Chantrea for an asylum meet and had sex with Jack Nickelson who was a cross between his character in wolf and that one movie where he played Satan.
We had to do a candle spell to get into this club, which belonged to Satan (jack nickelson). I moved the candle in a circle saying some weird shit and we were pulled into a hole in the sky. Then we stood at a door mouth that lay flat on the ground (in the sky), which was opened by the devil. We went down the latter until we came to the club. Its been a while since I had been to a club so the bass in the music (industrial) seduced my whole body.
Part of the dream I closed my eyes and visioned the different sounds as colors that danced, flew and made love to me. When I opened my eyes I saw Jack Nickelson (Satan)standing in front of me. He gave me a pirate's smile and smelled my neck and hair, then went down most of my body sniffing me like we were dogs or something. Then he stood straight and gave me a sinister grin and put his finger in my drink. With his finger in my drink he closed his eyes and my drink began to bubble. He opened his eyes, still with the smile, put the finger in my mouth, and I sucked on it. He walked off and I downed my drink. Paint, Karen, Goatboy, and Chantrea were sitting at the bar. Chantrea asked me what that was all about, and I told her we had history. I have never seen Goatboy, but in this dream he looked like Johnny Knoxville. Him and Chantrea were all over each other as were paint and Karen, just stopping short of sex most of the time. I began to go into an opium trip or something. Its kind of hard to explain, I was tripping hard but mellow, and everything felt good and was beautiful. next thing I know Jack was right in front of me again. He asked me how I liked the drink he made for me and I just smiled. He ran his thumb over my lips, pulled my mouth gently opened and sucked on my tongue...Ill stop there with the gory details cause even though it was a very seductive dream, and Jack was an amazing lover, I belong to splat and have no desire to fuck jack nickelson.
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quote:Originally posted by SkapeGoat: If I've ever had any fucked up dreams in my life, these were them...
The first one revolved around myself, Conan O'Brian, and Andy Richter. Andy was having a little problem with getting money for college, and Conan and I were trying to find out a way for him to get the money. Conan gets the wild idea to go to the NAACP for a grant. I then ask Conan how he thinks this will work as Andy is a WHITE person. He says just trust him, and away we go. Cut to the NAACP headquarters, which strangely looks like the interior of the local Applebees. Andy is now dressed like a thug, with an afro wig and some shades, no makeup though. We go up to the president of the NAACP at the bar and explain our situation. He is glad to help and is writing out the check when all of a sudden a gang fight breaks out! The three of us run outsite where the parking lot is demolished, as are all the cars withing. Gunfire comes from behind as the gang follows us out. We spy a short bus still in workable condition, and make a run for it. We make it, and while ducking bullets make our getaway.
Somewhere inbetween this and the next dream Joeycat is talking about how much she likes anal sex because her pussy is dried out... don't ask me why the FUCK that was in there.
So now I'm at a summer camp like place. It's co-ed, and all teenagers around my age. I'm put in the dorm with all the more attractive guys, the one where all the girls hang out. We're given this big, yellow plastic armor like thing to wear... sorta like football pads, but more cumbersome. Most of us trim this THICK PLASTIC gear with safety scissors. Normal summer camp stuff insues. Then, near the end I'm walking up the stairs to my dorm building. All the good looking girls are lounging on our porch. One of them asks me, "Are you sure this is where you belong?" and I reply, "Yeah, I know I don't look good enough, but I'm in here." I walk in with my head held high. Once inside one of my roomates is removing his armor, when the gay custodian comes around. My roomate drops his pants and moons him, pulling his cheeks way apart as if to intice him, all the while spewing insults. I take my armor off as well, while the song "Ain't no mountain high enough" as sang in the movie "Remember the Titans" begins to play.
quote:Originally posted by DevilMoon: I missed the fact that paint had a dream about me, I think he dremt the future, because that pretty much describes my night, although I don't know what the max is.
I'm still hoping Dead Inside misses this thread as well.
You would love The Max, I think, if you ever saw it.
I had a very revealing dream last night. Although my memories of it are rather fragmented and jumbled, it made some sense.
In my dream, I had a girlfriend at home (mirroring reality; although who my actual girlfriend is was disconnected from the dream). In any case, I had traveled out of town, somehow maintaining my routine away from her, my social life otherwise intact. As I went through the next couple of days, I met girls who I, drawn beyond my will, got involved with.
One was a very attractive (although airy), tie-die sort of girl who I'd sort of pursued at one point and lost interest in some time ago. In this dream-world, she had much larger breasts than in reality. I held her waist while we sorted through movies at the video store, trying to find something good, while my friends stood there commenting on my infidelity as if they were talking about an election.
I don't remember much about the other one. The dream was carried on as if she were an afterthought, or a mystery. She seemed to have a sadness hanging upon her... she was plain, and withdrawn. In any case, the flirtation was short-lived.
The dream-world shifted focus back to Nanaimo, the town I live in, and where I was travelling about somewhat aimlessly and purposefully at the same time, on foot. Eventually I reached my destination: this mansion castle-compound that was compressed to a small size and arranged for combat, as if it were a CTF map for Quake, Half-Life, or Unreal.
In this compound, I confronted a great armored enemy many times my size. I was sure not to let him grapple with me, because he would have crushed me - instead I had to swiftly dart about and strike at his weakest points, slowly, slowly wearing down his strength. My life was at stake, but I was not just myself; I was also some sort of abstract, a sublimated greater force within a human form. This enemy of mine hit me a couple times throughout our duel, and although I was gravely injured, my wounds only intensified my focus and the potency of my attacks. Eventually, I won. My enemy wasn't killed or destroyed; he was only reduced to a shade of his former strength, which had been outcome I'd hoped for.
My interpretation still requires some thought.
Prying open my third eye, one sliver at a time...
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