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Here, we write down (in descriptive detail) our dreams, if you remember them from when you were asleep.

There are no rules, just write what you remember. You can add on to your dream for entertainment, or to fill in blanks.

Good luck.​

 

So I had a bowl of goldfish (there were quite a few) and then something happened to the bowl and the fish were flapping about on the table (that was made of rocks) all covered in water. So I did the obvious thing a poked them.

That is all.

 

In order to repent for inexplicit sins I volunteered to be sent to a sort of prison camp. The public was under the impression it was a place designed to allow prisoners to live together collectively; to start fresh in a healthy, controlled environment. Prisoners would be encouraged aka forced to participate in their community, completing various mindless tasks in exchange for food tickets. No efforts spent, no energy gained; work, or do not eat. The houses were but run down shacks, improvised, and the roofs were under a constant state of disrepair; the floorboards creaked, the walls were adorned with bullet holes and graffiti. It was not even creative, the graffiti-- the standard ugly sprawl. Comparable to D-Block from Xenogears, or perhaps to the Nazi ghettos...

Most of the days wasted there in that wasteland were uneventful and were thus forgotten, though throughout my stay I can recall a vague annoyance at the soldiers standing guard, at the ordinaries who intermixed. They would treat me better than they would the rest, presumably because I volunteered and as such they saw no reason to punish me, they missed my logic. I met an unexpected soul in that Hell, a (somewhat) familiar face who had volunteered of his own free will. In order to protect his identify, I will not reveal that (somewhat) familiar face. Baffled it was at that point I realised, there was another like me...

oOoOoOo

A repost

 

You did the right thing, NubCat. >:D

I was sitting on my couch with my staff buddie (aka, the nub) and some guy who is apparently my 20-year-old brother when suddenly a bunch of bugs come after us. We see stuff on the news about it and then some random little girl knocks on our door. She starts freaking us all out so we decide not to let her in. After everything's said and done and the bugs start biting me, some weird crap happens and out of nowhere the dream shifts to the LoK gang throwing assorted fruits at the girl outside. The cops show up asking why the hell they would do that to a kid and they respond with something along the lines of "Are you two blind (no offense to your mom, Lin)? She's creepy and the Avatar can tell!" They haul them away and when the three of us believe the coast is clear, we haul ass out of the house.

From there, the dream suddenly turns into me in jeans and a hoodie running from this creepy, perverted guy who's chasing me. My hair is all curly (which ends up being very relevant later) and so he thinks I'm sort of hot (or does he?), but I'm still underage. I hit this ATM with a good distance between us and I start putting in a specific card and pin number. I barely finish in time for a glass wall tocome up from the ground and shield me from the fat guy. Still, he manages to hold on to the edge as we're transported down below the surface with me yelling "Go away you perverted f*ck!" We get to the escalators and I start hauling ass again into this bunker-type area full of kids. I start saying "Oh my god, where the hell is he? The guy was supposed to be here. I run through the doorway to my left (being the only one there) and I see Captain Jack Harkness right there in the corner talking to a kid. "Ah, Cat. I wasn't expecting you so soon." He gestures for me to head into a high security room and I fastwalk there ecause of the creep who's still on my tail. "Uh, yeah, do you mind closing it... right now?" We hurry in and shut the freak out.

Through some oddly charming twist, the dream turns into him ironing my hair in front of a mirror. We talk about how it never stays straight like it used to before that day and about how things have turned to sh*t. "Well you know, he might still show up. I doubt anything like this on Earth would escape his watch." He tries reassuring me, but I sigh and start sulking. He stops ironing and I ask him "Are we totally isolated in here?" He looks at me oddly. "Um, yeah." I look up at the mirror in front of us, my hair curlier now than ever, and I smile. "Good... then nobody will be able to stop me."

I'll edit or post more later.

 

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I had this one on the night of January 27, 2012. The dream started out with me and my family. We were visiting a zoo of some kind, but it was for reptiles and poisonous things only. The room we were in was very open and made of glass, like a greenhouse environment, and the floor was made of tiles. It was easily thrice the size of a gymnasium. There were many rows of glass cages filled with snakes and other things going through the length of it. My family and I were studying the first cages in the row furthest to the left from the door. I knelt at the end of the row and looked into a small cage full of small red cobras. They were mesmerizing to look at, so I simply stared at them. The cages were glass, so I could see a Gila monster-like lizard in the cage after and drowsily watched its movements along with the snakes that so fascinated me. My parents seemed kind of bored by this place and wanted to move on, but I was reluctant. The Gila monster's movements seemed strange and as I focused on it, I wondered what would happen if it got out. Almost as if it was waiting for me to think it, the lizard found its way to a breathing hole and squeezed its way out. I called to my parents, "The lizard is escaping," but I could not help but feel a bored and almost sleepy tone in my voice as I said it. The lizard ran through the cages of the other reptiles and caused them to flee to the edges of their cages. They were getting agitated, I noted. I sat down to rest and watched as the mesmerizing red snakes climbed out of their cages. I thought, maybe they wouldn't hurt me if I stayed down. I woke up later and could not figure out how much time had passed. My parents were nowhere to be seen. Judging from the sun it was now afternoon, though I could not tell what day it was. I awoke just as I was when the red snakes came out, but the red snakes were nowhere to be seen. In fact, all of the cages were empty and most of them were broken. Alarmed, I sat up and got a hold of my surroundings. The place no longer had a roof, and the terrain had changed to become more verdant; more green. The building was now in a hole in the ground where it had been above it. I was sure that not much time had passed, though. My hair had not grown longer or anything of that nature. This was most strange. I got up and looked around to see that were snakes all over the place, but none near me. I grabbed a thick round glass sled from nowhere and made a run for the end of the row I started on, where I could see a small pond. It had been there before, but I had not noticed it until now. When I got there from my sprint, I saw many white and pale purple vipers in the water and pulled the sled under me at the last second. Apparently it was a hover sled or had an aversion to water that made it float slightly above the surface; some gravity-bending quality. In any event, I did not sink. I slid across to the other side of the pond, taking a wave with me, and found more vipers at that end, as well as very large maggots along the top of the wall. I turned around and went towards the left of where I started; there were vipers there, too. I kept speeding across the pond, using my weight and the building wave to keep up momentum until I had checked nearly every shore I could find. The vipers were at every shore I had checked. There was one place left to the right of my starting point. It was a small raised platform with plants on it, the kind that they put there just to look pretty, but it was my safe harbor now. I sledded up to it with all my might and launched myself onto it. There were no snakes on it. I had made it. I woke up again in the same place (on the plant-filled platform), but with a man standing over me. He was an exact replica of the Russian assassin from The Bourne Supremacy (pictured below). http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/bourne_supremacy20.jpg I knew that I had a lot of money and that I had hired this man to get me out of this place, so I got up and followed him along the grassy raised route. We had to jump over many snakes on our way. At some point I was very close to a group of small agile snakes that quickly turned into a group of very large water snakes that I assumed to be pythons in the dream but now realize must have been anacondas by their size and water dwelling. Each time the man helped me get across an obstacle, such as a jump from one platform to the next, I would promise him more money upon my safe return, to which he would grudgingly help me along. He finally led me to the far wall almost directly above where I had fallen asleep, and I barely made the jump, hanging on by a few tufts of brush and grass. It took us about an hour to get here. I pulled myself up and rested on my stomach while he stood over me and asked me if I was done yet. I said that I was almost done, but that I did not feel safe yet, and that I would sign his check as soon as we were at a safe location. He nodded and started moving, motioning for me to follow. The next thing I remember is being led into a large warehouse of some kind and shown to a laptop that I could use to call for help. I wrote the man a check to match my satisfaction and he left the building. I quickly noticed how dark it was in the warehouse and how dark it had gotten outside since my awakening near the cobra cage. I looked for a light switch but could not see one clearly, so I looked for the door we came in through instead. I seemed to remember it being a garage-style door that opened upwards with white paint on the inside of it. I went up to the nearest white panel on the wall and groped around for a handle but could not find any. The door was not so easy. I looked over to the right of the supposed door and saw a narrow hallway with a sink on one side and a bunch of supplies lined up both on the counter and against the wall opposite. I walked in looking for a light, but found nothing and so went back to my starting point. The man had trapped me here, or so I was led to think. Thinking that I should just contact someone before it got any later, I booted up the laptop and thought about what I should say. I was going to say something about the place, and thought of the stories it would bring. It made me happy, thinking of the stories. But wait, what if the man who escorted me didn't like what I had to say; didn't want me to say anything about it? I would have to post it somewhere other than KHV first, so that I could point to it prove it even if it got deleted. That was right, the man was from KHV. I saw him as a mix of Llave and Heinlein or sorts, or associate him with them; Llave especially more than Heinlien. I woke up here, thought about the dream, and dove back in for a minute. I cannot remember what I was going to say for the life of me, though it was so clear before. Anyway, the laptop worked on a text-based Unix interface and I got up my web browser with KHV on it and tried to tab away. I wanted to post it to Facebook and Google+ to start off, but the tab kept screwing up and going back to KHV no matter what I tried. I started getting worried, and I noticed that it was getting ever darker and that I would not be able to see anything soon. I grabbed the laptop and ran around looking at all of the white panels looking for the door again or a light switch at every outlet-looking box on the wall to no avail. I thought I saw a light in the hallway from earlier and went down it again, but the light was gone and I could not see a thing. I started panicking and ran back out, looking around frantically for a source of light or a way out. And then I woke up.

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A series of murders began to break out over the society of corrupted businessmen and I was the assassin. I had only been fourteen, so I had to go by an alias of an older man who would seem to be in his late twenties and early thirties. Even though this was so, and my tracks were very well being covered, I was outside a lot, running about the city and creating mischief, so the local police had their eye on me.

Eventually (because I don't really remember everything that happened in between), the police had found out I was the assassin and sent their forces after me and a chase scene that really only occurred in movies and such broke out. I remember running through a tunnel in a car garage and then finding myself in front of a large hotel that was at least sixty to seventy stories. It was night time and there was a long line of cars out front and people were getting out of them as if it were some sort of red carpet event. I had been standing there, wondering what to do next when the police finally caught up to me. I ran again and a woman (who I'm vaguely reminded of from the crazy ginger in Madagascar 3) told me to stop running over some sort of invisible PA system. I didn't listen to her of course because I knew I was just too clever to be caught.

I ran down the road and that's when something was thrown in my path. Immediately stopping, I looked down to see what it was. It was a sort of long plaque, one that you see in gardens in such tha say things like 'Donated by' or 'In memory of', and it was made out of a material that was similar to marble, quartz, and wood. I can't remember what it said, but in the middle of the road, I sat down in front of it and one of my accomplices, who I can't remember, told me to get away from it, that the police were coming.

I began to talk to the stone and the chief woman had given me some information, some threats along with it that I called up as idle. When that small business was over and done with, I found myself at my high school and was on the stage, performing a show with some of my friends, and when that was over, my dad had asked me what the chief said, but I was very hesitant to tell him. As a reward for a great show, he then took us out to Cane's (Raising Cane's, for those of you who don't know) way out there.

I can't really remember much else . . .​

 

On June 27th, 2012 I had an awesome dream:

I was in the Hunger Games with Jennifer Lawrence, when suddenly the TARDIS appeared. Out steps Karen Gillan and Matt Smith. I asked where Rory was, and Karen looked at me like "whodafuq's that?"

All of a sudden, the Career Tributes attempted to kill us. But, thanks to my buff body I had in the dream, I managed to hold them off long enough for the others to escape. Clove tried to kill me, but I reacted and snapoed her arm, then her neck, killing her instantly.

Jennifer and Karen said they'd do whatever I wanted, so I asked them to teach me to shoot a bow and to take me and Jennifer with them in the TARDIS. They agreed and we went off on a lot of adventures.

 

All I can seem to remember from my dream last night was a part where for some reason I was seductively touching a woman a few years older than me. Not sex, but definitely not hugging.

 

Yume Nikki thread?
Yume Nikki thread

 

My dream was actually really strange...I think it's because I had soda before I went to bed.

The Lego king didn't like how the humans were controlling his people so he had a couple of his men build this machine to shrink humans down to their size. After shrinking the humans, he demanded we tell him the reasons why we were controlling his people and demand that we stop! This, of course, the humans didn't like and we had a huge war between the humans and the Legos.

 

So the first dream started with me getting out of school and walking over to where my grandma waits for me. When I get there, I ask her if I'm dreaming. She says no, but she's looking down and doesn't seem confident in her answer (which is a sign that you are) and so I run ahead and shout "DOCTOOOOOOOOOOR!" in the middle of the street. I wait for a few seconds and then I start to hear that amazing VWORP VWORP.*

Suddenly, the dream shifts to me taking care of a cockatoo that belongs to one of my mom's friends (who tends to have a lot of animals). I was supposed to stay at the house with it and not touch it or anything, but my mom would never let me stay at a house alone, so we ended up taking the bird (without the cage) and over the course of the few days, the bird starts to cuddle up to me like a cat (like, I put my hand out and it'll rub its head against it). We end up at Disney on the second night and I meet David Tennant (not the Doctor, just Ten-inch). We take a photo with him and then end up in a huge holiday group shot (Christmas to be more exact, but I know December 25th is still a few days off). I know the way back to his house before he gets back for the bird is hectic, but when we get there, we see that the bird is a girl and she laid an egg. *The next night is a big Christmas party at his house, and he invites us over.

Again, the dream skips ahead, but this time it's to the party. A bunch of people are there and my dad has a can or two of beer, as he would in real life. Time passes and I see that the big mural on the wall behind everyone is of the big group shot at Disney... and we're in it. Luckily nobody's noticed, but I try to avoid looking at it. Out of nowhere, Amy Pond (not Karen Gillan, AMY POND) comes up to me in her kissogram outfit from The Eleventh Hour holding up a picture of me and Tennant, again from Disney, and asks me "What the hell is this?" I'm like, "What?" and when I see the picture, I reply with a "But that's just David Tennant." She sighs and points to the other side of the room, and when I look I see Matt Smith in his Eleven outfit (meaning he is the Doctor). I start talking about how I didn't know that was his past regeneration and she sighs. The topic shifts to how her rep on KHV (random I know, but just go with it) is all grey for some reason. She has like eight or nine bars, but they're all grey like a noob's would be. I offer to rep her but she says no and the Doctor shows up being all innocent and dorky. He talks to me about going with him and Amy and she subtly walks off. He doesn't think much of it, but I know she wants him to herself. He tells me not to mind her, but I tell him that he should go talk to her. While all of this is happening, my mom comes up to us and tells me not to talk to him. He tries to assure her that we're just having a casual chat, but her overprotectiveness blinds her to the obvious and so I can't go with him. He stays at the party, but I end up sulking. My dad starts telling me to shape up and we get into an argument in front of everyone. "Look, I just want to sit somewhere and be left alone. Is that too much to ask?" I nearly scream it, but I'm trying my hardest to keep calm and keep my voice down. "It's hard enough to try and stay calm after what just happened!" I storm off, feeling like the Doctor will never take me now, and I find a spot far enough away from Amy and Eleven that I can sulk without anyone disturbing me. I look over at her for a split secons and she almost seems sorry for me. Either way, I just want to be left alone. I look at my iPod and before turning it on, I see that my reflection doesn't match what I look like. That's when I realize this is a dream as well and I look back behind me, seeing the Doctor smiling in my direction. He gestures for me and Amy to go with him and we do, not looking back.

So much love for my subconscious right now. Seriously, Ten-Inch and Smith in the same dream. <3

 

It was the morning and I was sitting in my Creative Writing class as I usually would. However, my teacher was absent and as such, my Economics teacher was spear-heading us all as the substitute. What was even more strange was that the class was composed of people who were not in my writing class, as noted by me when I saw (and spoke to) the kid I sat next to during my graduation last week.

In any case, I looked over to my friend "Annie" we shall call her (who was not originally sitting next to me, the seating arrangements changed somehow). She was sitting next to "Lea". Lea was apologizing for assuming that I was creepy back in the 8th grade (long story), and was being incredibly sweet about it. I was unsure of how to sound sincere and thanked her, fearing that I sounded very mean. Annie laughed, quickly interlacing her fingers into mine and picking up my hand to kiss it. I was a bit hesitant, both out of fear of kissing as well as her ex-boyfriend coincidentally sitting across from us, so I returned this kiss back to her hand (albeit, behind a folder).

Soon I found myself headed to my next class, Gym, and found myself in the locker room. Except, instead of the distinct smell of foot odor and metal lockers, I found myself in an almost Victorianesque room, lined with lights and polished wooden lockers. There was a girl sitting behind a desk, and I remember seeing my friend "Coco" leave her bookbag with the attendant.

Then I woke up.
It was strange.

 

Last night I had a dream that I'll try to keep brief. I dream often of KHV members so I think this is a good idea. Here's one from a few nights ago, first.

One dream I remember is that Ghetto signed up to sing in Under the Sea and instead of singing his parts he did this whole...rap solo and it was awkward for me, as I was wondering whether to include it and ignore everyone else singing the parts he rapped over, or to tell him "lol no". Thing is, the rap sounded really cool and I wanted to include it.

That's the only relevant part of that dream. The rest is kind of ... not worth discussing.


Now, last night's dream is very strange because it was like I was 'playing' two people in the dream (neither one was me) and I'm not exactly sure what was going on. It was also extremely vivid and kind of horrific, so apologies. I won't get too into it.

Basically, I was Fuzzy's daughter and I was dying. In order to keep me (it wasn't actually ME, I was seeing it through the eyes of this girl) alive via some Satanic ritual something, Fuzzy had to kill people. He was apart of this institute/University and he would manipulate the students and brutally murder them, draining their blood and somehow not getting caught.

I don't know the exact process, but somehow this was keeping the girl alive. She, however, wanted him to stop. She just wasn't sure how to go about asking him to let her go because he was so consumed by her. Apparently, he had gotten some girl pregnant when he was a young teenager. Like 15. The girl didn't want to abort and her parents didn't make her, despite the fact that she wouldn't have been able to handle childbirth for some reason (lol). Anyway, after knocking her up, Fuzzy's family pretty much disowned him. So after she had the baby and died, he was distraught and kind of snapped, I guess. Especially after being told the baby was going to die.

Anyway, the second person I was seeing things through was some guy who was best friends at school with Fuzzy. This is where I get confused, because I don't know if I was myself trapped in this guy's body, or if I was just his guy friend. I say this because 'I/ he' was gay for him ... so. He didn't know and I was afraid to confess to him.

FAST FORWARDING BECAUSE YOU GUYS DON'T CARE LOL.

It eventually got to a point where gay!Jayn and Fuzzy were talking. gay!Jayn knew Fuzzy had a daughter and this conversation happened:

f "You know something, man?"

g!j "What?"

"My daughter...she's really sick."

"The medicine isn't helping?"

"No. But there's something else."

"What is it? You can tell me."

"I can't tell you. You have to guess."

/half-Jokingly. "Hmm...She's not real?"

"..."

"Dude?"

"She's real."

"Oh--"

"Just dead."

Multiple 'what the ****s' later, Fuzzy explains this awful ritual to gay!Jayn and gay!Jayn is like "Omg you've been killing everyone. IT WAS YOU"

And Fuzzy was all "You want to help with the full Resurrection of my daughter?"

Because apparently the girl was not only sick, but she was actually dead and he was keeping her alive with this ritual. So she was like a zombie.

And that's all I'm going to share. lol.

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Cool. Trippy stuff, KHVidsnet.

7/4/12
It's pretty choppy. I've been going for lucid dreams for close to a year, but it's hurting, not helping. It's kind of making my dreams weirdly incoherent.

So. I find myself sitting alone on a beach, sort of a lagoon. There are many creatures in the water and swarming around me, but I am perfectly calm. I sit there, staring at the water for what seems like hours, alone but for the insects and fish. Then a hand rests on my shoulder. A young woman, I'd say 19 or 20, is standing over me. She pulls me to my feet.

She tells me she doubts I've been here for as long as I thought, and the insects move as a mass to be eaten by the fish. She says I am close to being aware, and she walks sluggishly with the insects into the lagoon. She walks until I can no longer see her head. I sit back down and go to sleep.

I don't remember waking up, nor do I remember much of what follows.

I am in a building, laying on a gray mat, and I am tired. There are thousands, possibly millions of photos of the lagoon, serving as the buildings only decoration. A large beetle sits on the ground, staring at the smallest painting. It sighs.

"Jay," it says, "You were sleeping."

"I remember."

"Jay," says the beetle, "Why are you in my home?"

I sit silently for a while, and then say, "I don't know."

The beetle nods and sighs. It picks me up and takes me out of the building. As soon as it exits, it becomes the young woman. She kisses me on the forehead and places me on the sand.

"Stay awake," She says. But I don't care, so I curl up and close my eyes.

Then I woke up.

 

It is always so close. But you don't really care in yours, do you? Why not?

 

Well I don't care about plenty of things, but here specifically?

 

I was alluding to your lack of care spreading to this. If you want to lucid dream, you might have to change your subconscious.

 

Oh, okay.
I'm caring more each day. About everything. And less.

 

A brawl had broken out within the confines of a mansion, as a tv played reruns of Gilligan's Island. I turned off the tv and, caught in the crossfire, sneaked out. They wanted me to take part in whatever it was they were so ardent about, but I did not care. The backyard led to the sea, stretching as far as the eye could see. There was no end in sight. There was a dock. A small whale, probably a dwarf sperm whale, was waiting at the end of the dock. I took one glance at her and suddenly realised that it was not her natural form; her mental capacity matched that of a human's. She looked up at me with a very human, watery eye. I thought hard, may I ride you?

I hoped for that thought to transcend all psychological boundaries, reaching out to her without the aid of a physical signal. It did, it worked. Via telepathy, she understood. And allowed me to mount her, a heavy weight upon metaphorical shoulders. I slid a hand onto her slippery ribcage, stroking gently as a sign of my appreciation. With that we followed the waves, rode out into infinity.

Ecco the Dolphin: Defender of the Future OST ~ Metamorphosis

 

I had a dream where my whole family were sitting in my living room and at the window infront of us was a huge, very think and bulky, spiderweb with quite a large spider sitting next to it. He was one of those fat spiders and he was probably the size of an average DVD case and he had yellow and blue stripes. We were sitting there watching it thinknig it was under our control when then it pounced over the the TV and we all jumped back. I had such fear inside me at this time because it was just so horrible. Before it landed on the TV set it changed course mid jump and came towards me. I tried to mvoe but it was too fast- it got behind me and landed on my lower back. Out of the fear I felt I fainted in my dream because I was just so terrified. Whilst I was falling though, the world was in slow motion and I was taking forever to fall unconscious and hit the ground all the while I could feel this spider stuck to my back.

When I awoke in the dream, it was suddenly a orange and black frog that was squidgy and seemed to have no bone structure. My parents had fit him in a matchbox and said I need not worry.

Then I woke up and all through the day I could feel spiders everywhere. Spiders keep appearing in my dreams and because of the fear that encompasses them in the dream I associate that with real spiders. I used to love them but now I developing a horrible phobia of them.