Dreams are Awesome

[zombiejoe]

One of the oldest form of entertainment in human history happens when you sleep. Somtimes dreams are a bunch of weired images that maek no sence. But other times there is a good story to them. Like a dream I had once.

In my dream, I was in a big compitition, where people would race on floating snowboards. I was almost on the final race, when I learned that the race was being run by It the clown (from the book It). In the final race when you made it to the bottom of the hill giant pipes would open up and the people would drowned. I could not do anything to escape, so I had to go ontop of the hill. Just as the race was about to start, I notice the hill is inside a giant tent. A hole in the tent opens up and an old gym teacher of mine tells me to get out through the hole. I ran to the hole and get out of the tent, but It and 2 other monsters chase after me. I ran down a street, and as the mosters chase me, a group of kids come over and want to help me out. We ran into a mansion and went into a big white room. We locked the doors, and I saw a flash light nearby. For some reason, I thought that if I shined the flashlight into It's face, he would die. I open the door and turn on the flashlight. I start to calll him a rat, but it dose nothing to him. I get taken back to the tent and the final race is going to start soon. I soon find another white room, and I find a flashlight that will kill It. I find the kids from before to show them the flashlight, but I can't find it. So I decide just to run. It seems years pass, and I am near a river. A older version of It and the other to monsters come down the river on a raft.

So that is one of my dreams, and it may seem a but long but that is what really happened in the dream. So tell me what you thought of the dream, and tell me one of your own.

 

[meditator101]

I once dreamed, that everyone at my school was standing in a line, absolutly silent. When suddenly music started playing, and everyone started singing "Spring time for Hitler" at the top of thier lungs.

 

[madcap2112]

I once dreamed, that everyone at my school was standing in a line, absolutly silent. When suddenly music started playing, and everyone started singing "Spring time for Hitler" at the top of thier lungs.

See, if that's what "High School Musical" was, I wouldn't have a problem with it.

 

[meditator101]

I once dreamed, that everyone at my school was standing in a line, absolutly silent. When suddenly music started playing, and everyone started singing "Spring time for Hitler" at the top of thier lungs.

See, if that's what "High School Musical" was, I wouldn't have a problem with it.

My sentiments exactly!

 

[Haunted Serenity]

I dreamed my wife left me and that our relationship was over and etc etc. Fats forward in the dream, i seem happier living with my best friend. Have a great girlfriend and am going to uni(finally). Then it goes to my wife and shes suicidal again. Fast forward again and i'm at her funeral and with my gf who now is my fiance.

Next morning we fight about the same stuff that happened in my dream...i'm spooked. That was yesterday.

 

[Pandalisk]

Oh i just usually fight my dream nemesis who is an asshole over my two dream "dream" girls.
he always gets the girls as well that asshole, i dont hate alot of people, but him, He is satan incarnate and were he real i'd rip out his spine

 

[ma55ter_fett]

Dream of women mostly, not more then one a night. I once had a dream that I was playing wow and I bored myself awake.

 

[ElTigreSantiago]

Well. Earlier this evening I had posted "I like dreams. I wish there were more threads about them." in a thread called "Unfortunate Fatal Incidents (in your dreams)". I see there are in fact gremlins hiding in my walls, watching my every move.

I once had a dream I was trying to catch a stuffed animal murder. That's right, a stuffed animal murdered another stuffed animal right before my eyes. It was dark out, I was walking down a street alone in my hometown. I saw the kill through a window, and as he pulled the knife out of the corpse, he turned and saw me and disapeared. Then I somehow ended up at my house, daytime. I looked and there was the murderer with a group of henchmen, standing in my backyard like he owned the place. He wasn't a stuffed animal anymore, but I knew it was him. I instinctively flew into the sky, luckily my enemies hadn't noticed me. I stealthily took out a few henchmen, but then suddenly went after the boss, and the rest of the henchman basically disappeared because my mind was now focused on him. I remember I first tried to do a Kamehameha, but for some reason my dreams almost never let it happen, and I became frustrated. I ended up flying down towards him and knocking him, quite literally, INTO the ground. All that was left was a cloak that I don't even remember him wearing.

 

[mrhappyface]

I had a dream that i was given the powers of Alex Mercer and my mission was to murder an alternate universe version of New York populated by Happy Tree Friends. Problem was that my powers ran out around halfway. I died sadly when i tried to dive off the empire state building.

 

[B4D 9R4MM3R]

I had a dream that I was in my primary school, wandering around at break time whilst eating a banana, when I see a cacodemon appear. As it begins to chase me I begin screaming, running around and looking for anyone to help me. It corners me against a wall and, in an act of desperation, I throw my banana at it. It enters the demon's gaping maw, where it is promptly swallowed, causing the demon to belch loudly.

Apparently all it wanted was the banana, as it stopped seeming scary after that. It followed me around for the rest of the dream, talking to me in gibberish, before I heard my mother telling me it was time to go home. I went into the car and the cacodemon followed me in (yeah, inter-dimensional car I suppose). Just as my mother began the car's ignition, I woke up.

 

[Smagmuck_]

I awaken inside a tent, it isn't any of my tents. It's larger, almost three times the size of my biggest one. It's sweltering hot, I get up and look around. The ground is nothing but dirt, my arms are bigger, slightly harier and grimy. I get out of the cot and walk to the foot of my bed almost by instinct. At the foot of this cot is a footlocker. I open the footlocker, within are fatuiges, desert camo, a black bar on the duty cap, first leutenant. Someone walks in.
"Sir, the convoy is waiting for you. Your on patrol, Colonals orders." He says, I look at his fatuiges, same as mine but nothing on the duty cap. Instead he has two cheverons on both arms, a corporal. On his left breast pocket the name "Weiler" is stiched on it. He has a five o'clock shadow and is also grimy.
"Thanks Corporal, tell the Colonal I'll be in the lead humvee, same as always." I say back. I continue to check the tent. In the corner is a body vest, knee pads, a helmet and elbow pads. There is a good sized locker beside it, I punch in the code. 4... 23... 18... Within I find an M4, red dot sight, foregrip and modified stock. Next to it on a smaller rack I find a M1911, with the name "Sarah" stenciled in the grip which is made of oak. Immediatly memories of my girlfriend Sarah pop into my head; our first kiss, her telling me she's pregnant, the birth of my first born son, his first christmas and his first day of school.
I strap on my armor and grap my weaponry and head out. I wince as I step outside, the sun was in my eyes. As they ajust I see the entire firebase. Multiple tents, a mess hall and many guard towers. As I walk tword the assembly area I see many other marines, some eating, others playing cards or basket ball and enjoying a good shower. I reach the assembly area, men are packing up onto the humvees. Two men are neer the lead vehicle. I aproach them, one has three cheverons and the other has three as well.
"Mornin' sergeants, how's the hunting?" I ask them. They seem to have been discussing something. I put my gear into the front pasenger seat. I load a fresh magazine into the M4 and my M1911, I make sure they're both loaded. I pack the M4 in and holster my M1911.
"It's goin' great leutenant." Commented one of the sergeants. He was also stowing is gear. The other man remained silent, as he stowed his gear. "We'll be heading to a large city just a few hundred clicks from the coast, so it'll be a while, might want to make sure everything is where it should be." Finally said the silent NCO.
As the convoy heads out I fall asleep, which wakes me up out of my actual sleep. After many tosses and turns I fall back to sleep.
Something jolts me awake, something isn't right. Why is the sky upside down and ever thing dangling? Then it hit me, the world isn't upside down, I'm upside down. I unclip myself to the sounds of gun fire, shouting, explosions and screams. I grab my M4 and crawl my way out of the wrecked humvee. I look around, my patrol is in an ally way. My men are pinned down by other men on rooftops. I ajust my helmet and run into the fray, I grap two NCOs and start clearing the buildings. Almost imedietly we are attacked but we continue on.
At around the third floor of the fourth building I run out of ammo, for both weapons, both my NCOs have been wounded and left. An Iranian soilder jumps from a room brandishing a combat knife, I counter with my rifle, and he disarms me, having no other choice I pull out my own knife, a Kabar. We engage in a deadly parlay, he strikes I counter. I strike and he knees me in the gut. We are both equaly matched. He charges me and knocks me to the floor, I release my grip on my Kabar and it skiters away, out of my reach. I continue to block his stabs but not without taking hits, my arms and my fatuiges begin to bloody as he slices my arms. He trys to stab, but I catch his wrist as we continue to strugle.
I reach for my M4, just out of reach, I stretch more, I stretch to the point to where my wounds are opened to the point to where I can see bone. I make contact with the barrel of the M4. It is now in my grasp. I swing it up twords my advasary head with my remaining straingth. The butt of the rifle makes a satasfying crack against his jaw. He falls to the foor. I continue to beat him with the butt of my rifle, as his blood begins to splatter against my fatuiges and my face. I only stop as two corporals grab me and pull me away from his bludgend body. I take one last look at the enemy that almost bested me on the field of battle, his skull is completly caved in, with brain matter stuck to my fatuiges and the butt of my rifle. I have won. I am draged out of the building where the battle had been won by my men. I am taken to an aid station at the end of the ally. I'm layed upon the table, my vision is blurring, the corpsmen are begging me to stay awake, but the loss of my blood in that deadly knife fight is too much. I pass out, the corpsmen's voices begin the fade and the darkness within my eyes is slowly being replaced by a bright light. Heaven. I then wake up in my bedroom, sweating, panting as if I had just fought for my life. It is morning...

 

[internetzealot1]

One time, I dreamt that Harry Potter and Voldemort were having a battle in the streets of some city (London, I guess). Voldemort started cloning himself, so Harry Potter hijacked a car and started running over all of the clones. Once they were all dead, a portal opened up and all the characters from the Nintendo universe rushed out and started fighting the characters from the Harry Potter universe. After 15 minutes, they dropped what they were doing and ran back into the protal, which closed behind them. However, they came back about 2 minutes later, and continued the cycle, meaning that no one was ever able to get anything done ever again.

 

[Skuffyshootster]

My favorite dreams are the ones where I'm fighting someone.

It's always hand-to-hand combat, and we're always equally matched.

 

[firedfns13]

I can never remember my dreams now, except for when I'm having girl problems.
And those are dreams that I'd really rather not have in the first place.

Once the girl I liked but left me for another guy was in the mafia trying to kill me.
And about a month ago my girlfriend broke up with me out of the blue, and for 5 or more days in a row I had dreams that I was with her and everything was normal.

Those don't help you get over someone...

A while ago though, I had a dream I was canoeing THROUGH TREES on a cliff, and I looked down at a fork in the river where there was a snowplow in the water, and then we went over the cliff. It was pretty awesome.

 

[Daniel Cygnus]

I'll always, ALWAYS have dreams that are set in my grandparents' house and the park behind it. These dreams are usually pretty surreal, too. Like the time the second floor was a school, the time there were cartoon ghosts in the attic that wasn't there before, the time I was chased into the woods by a sort of super-soldier...

I don't know what it is about that place, but it always turns up in my dreams.