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Post by Stripes on Apr 19, 2009 14:39:53 GMT
So I just woke up from a real WTF dream. I was living in some cult like place. The leader was someone I know only by word, but that isn't important unless you are my family.
Anyway, so at 20 you are given an arrange marriage but you get to meet that person ahead of time. My partner was the oldest Jonas Brother. He was getting married so he could get out of the band and he was an alright guy.
So then I tell my mom and aunt who are outcast from the cult and my mother was freaking out. Yet she didn't know it was a Jonas Brother. I kept thinking she would change her mind when she knew who it was, seeing that he must have lots of money.
I woke up and went back to sleep, to dream that we were having a dinner to announce that we were married and there were all these fan girls and fan boys. I yelled at them, saying who ever got a seat got to stay for dinner. People sat down and others left, some crying. That is when I woke up again to come on here and tell you this odd dream.
I want to hear funny odd dreams from other people. Please, tell me some. I need a giggle.
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Post by magnusgreel on Apr 20, 2009 1:09:29 GMT
A few hours ago I had a very very unusual dream... a very warm and empathetic and accepting moment with my mother and sister regarding this condition of mine. That shows my imagination is not dead, as this is something that never came close to happening in real life, and my dreams about the family have been nightmares about what I went through while under the family's control, and couldn't leave because of the condition. I seem to go through the bad stuff in dreams over and over, but this is the first time I made it positive in my imagination.
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Post by Stripes on Apr 22, 2009 2:05:58 GMT
I had another WTf dream. I dreamt my cat could control people through his mind. He became ruler of the earth. He had everyone pile cat food in huge bins and than they were shipped to him where he and his buddies (he has friends in real life) ate and ate. It was crazy.
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Post by clocketpatch on Apr 22, 2009 3:43:27 GMT
I had one of those WTF-type dreams a few nights back: basically, I was flying through a church, and as I was flying I was thinking 'well, this can't be a dream because the colours are so bright, and I can smell thigns, and there's the wind brushing my hair around.' So then I floated into the kitchen and drank the grape juice and ate the saltine crackers which were probably not meant for random flying people to go snacking on. Then, probably as penance for my sins, flying and moving around suddenly became a lot harder, the colours started fading in and out, and then I lost all lucid control. I ended up going into the lobby where people had dogs ( ) which apparently loved me, and so I was covered in a pile of puppies, all of which wanted to lick my face. The bull dog was kind of gross and slobbery. And I'm pretty sure the dogs were talking dogs by the end of it... Then I woke up and was like "well, that wasn't a bad dream, but WTF?"
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Post by Starflower on Apr 22, 2009 4:50:32 GMT
A while ago I had a really wierd dream where my best friend got married to my brother. My brother was dressed in a bath robe with a little floaty ring with a duck head (like you pur around little kids ins swimming pools) and my friend was in jeans and a T-shirt saying "I'm With Strudle". My brother went up to a microphone which was so very convinently sitting on the stage (yes it was a stage) and began blowing bubbles while singing about octopusses.
Suddenly my cat came running in followed by a mailman with a giant package for me. I opened it and out popped my friend who moved away a couple of years ago. She sang a song as she floated out of the box and glittered and shined. Suddenly I was at my old school for 3rd grade. It was recess. Suddenly a bell (which we didn't have at that school) rang and everyone ran inside. Strangely enough my and my friend (who was still floating, glittering, and shining) were behind a row of bushes where there was a stream (which doesn't really exist) and there was an alligator. The alligator shrunk down to the size of a moth and suddenly the stream flooded and washed us into the school. My class continued and we all sat in little canoos while my teacher lectured about bumble beeds and how they are good for your diet.
To top things off my cat came swimming in followed by a man playing a tuba.
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Post by Stripes on Apr 22, 2009 15:29:37 GMT
I wonder what all of these dreams mean?
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Post by jjpor on Apr 22, 2009 18:51:12 GMT
I had another WTf dream. I dreamt my cat could control people through his mind. He became ruler of the earth. He had everyone pile cat food in huge bins and than they were shipped to him where he and his buddies (he has friends in real life) ate and ate. It was crazy. That was no dream...
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Post by Stripes on Apr 22, 2009 23:28:35 GMT
I had another WTf dream. I dreamt my cat could control people through his mind. He became ruler of the earth. He had everyone pile cat food in huge bins and than they were shipped to him where he and his buddies (he has friends in real life) ate and ate. It was crazy. That was no dream... It wasn't? The past couple of weeks has been my cat just looking me into my eyes. Creeps the hell out of me when he does it. Why bother? He already had control over me.
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Post by magnusgreel on Apr 23, 2009 5:24:46 GMT
I had another WTf dream. I dreamt my cat could control people through his mind. He became ruler of the earth. He had everyone pile cat food in huge bins and than they were shipped to him where he and his buddies (he has friends in real life) ate and ate. It was crazy. I am SO tired of packaging up cat food and shipping it off to your cat, Newton. Sometimes I think, why doesn't he get his own food, then I stop and realize, I really do have to send it, don't I? I'm not completely sure why, but it's got to be done.
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Post by jjpor on Apr 23, 2009 20:13:44 GMT
All hail Newton's cat! To be fair, there are probably worse people/things who could be running the Earth. Swans for instance; can't trust 'em, you know...
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Post by lynda on Apr 23, 2009 21:20:38 GMT
I always seem to relive my job in my dreams lately - I'll wake up in the middle of the night, having dreamed I was talking to customers about various issues. It's annoying as heck - why can't a have a fun dream anymore, or at least a really strange one?
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Post by Stripes on Apr 24, 2009 1:42:53 GMT
I always seem to relive my job in my dreams lately - I'll wake up in the middle of the night, having dreamed I was talking to customers about various issues. It's annoying as heck - why can't a have a fun dream anymore, or at least a really strange one? I do that too. Don't ask questions or complain! You don't want to see him angry! (No really, in real life my cat has screamed at my mother and I. Like really screaming at me out of anger.) Yes, all hail Stripes. Stripes the finest ruler of the earth did have all birds killed and made into catfood, including swans. Falcons, Hawks and Owls were not killed due to the fact that we had a hard time capturing them ... and owls are cute.
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Post by magnusgreel on Apr 26, 2009 6:08:18 GMT
In the course of a dream a few hours ago, I was wearing some sort of rectangular glasses or sunglasses, in a crowd when something tense was going on (I've forgotten most of it) and then Ten happened along and settled a bit behind me and to my left. He and I suddenly both became aware of each other when I noticed the reflection of his face in my right lens, and he did too. Apparently he then indicated (silently) that he was about to try to do something about whatever tense situation was going on.
Somewhat later, a couple of people and I found ourselves joining the events of a Pertwee story. It may just have been clocketpatch who then broke the fourth wall and said that she knew the story already.
It wasn't a real Pertwee story, it was only familiar as one within the dream. I don't think DW figured into the rest of it all, but the DW parts are all that I remember.
I was awakened by my alarm clock expecting to tape Family of Blood, but this PBS station was having a fundraising auction...
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Post by lynda on May 17, 2009 1:08:11 GMT
I had a dream last night that David Tennant and this balding guy in glasses were investigating the death of a woman, except they were also trying to pretend she was still alive to her family. And then Matt Smith was her teenage son, for some reason, and he confronted them with white facepaint and looking rather vampire-like and I got the impression that he'd been the one responsible fr his mother's death. And it all made sense somehow, in my dream.
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Post by clocketpatch on May 17, 2009 4:46:42 GMT
that's an awesome dream
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Post by Stripes on May 18, 2009 1:49:34 GMT
I agree Clocket, it is a great dream. It made sense to me. I like dreams with good storylines.
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Post by Stripes on May 26, 2009 13:01:16 GMT
Last night, during one of my super long dreams, i went down to my basement and i couldn't help but feel loneliness and sadness. I find Six sitting in a chair, all sad and heartbroken. Somehow i knew one of this companions never showed up for something. So I hugged him and Six smiled and said he should do that to his companions and i went on my day.
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Post by clocketpatch on May 26, 2009 20:12:40 GMT
Last night Christopher Eccleston and Seth Green were in my dream. I don't remember what they were doing there. I don't think they played a big part. But they were in my head. lol
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Post by Stripes on May 27, 2009 0:16:14 GMT
LOL Seth Green.
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Post by timeywimeyding on Jun 9, 2009 22:42:55 GMT
I remember one dream very well. I was standing outside someone's garden, not half a mile away from where I live. I was in a crowd with lots of people. We were looking at a pile of yellow-and-gold wrapped christmas gifts/presents. Also, there was a wagon nearby. One of the people in the crowd was Mike Myers, who made a bet that Santa Claus wasn't underneath the pile of gifts. Suddenly, the pile began rumbling, and for some reason, everybody realised that Myers was wrong, and Santa Claus was underneath the presents. He emerged from under them, but he was some kind of terrorist Santa with a ski mask over his face. This Santa person began chanting Islamic prayers. He flatulated on a bomb fuse, thereby igniting it. The garden, wagon, bomb and Santa exploded, flew ten feet into the air, and then spontaneously disappeared, along with the crowd. Then one person from the non-existent crowd fired a gunshot into the air, only the gun didn't fire bullets, but pink and blue lights. Then I was somewhere else.
And no, I don't do drugs.
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