Freaky dreams.

[Petra]

I had the weirdest dream last night.

So, I'm in a ramshackle house (if you can call it a house) on the edge of a deep river high up. Apparently I live there, as does my current flatmate. The house is above the river banks, right on the edge - so much that it's overlooking the trees below - about, say, 30 meters, or so. The house is full of rotting wood, dodgy foundations, and patched up holes everywhere. It's really filthy, too.

Anyway, I'm in the house and it starts to break up and fall off. I'm tumbling around, but managed to clambour out just before it falls into the river and disappears under the water.

So, I scramble up to where the house was, just as Paul (my flatmate) was coming home. He says not to worry, we have another house we can put here in the meantime, and goes off to get the other house. It's not much better than the first house, and is placed precariously on the old and dodgy foundations.

While I hold fort, Paul goes off to a mutual friend's place - Ross - to get some rope.

While he's away, a bunch of thug types that have obviously been out harvesting their crop of weed, stop their old dungy car and get out. I freak out about them and start to climb up on the roof (easy to do because of all the trees - this is in the wilderness) and start Tarzanning my way across the treetops. Looking back, I can see cops in boats on the river trying to search the house that is almost completely submerged.

I try to get their attention as the thug types have started trashing my ramshackle new house, but they start shooting at me.

Then the helicopters. Those darned helicopters were able to turn themselves upside down and use their blades to chop the treetops and shake me out. It appears that the cops think I'm involved with the thugs somehow.

Anyway, I get to this big patch of marijuana - 30 feet tall with trunks like trees - and there are mercenaries protecting it. So, I find myself stuck high up this marijuana tree, hiding from all the baddies. And I'm starving! So, I start to eat the treetops. And then I start to feel all funny.

Now Ross is a lover of old planes, is an aviator, and something of an inventor, so I can see him in the distance ripping pieces off the new old house and he quickly ropes together a makeshift plane to come and rescue me. He and Paul fly over the treetops, dodging bullets, and as they near me, Paul throws down a bucket on a rope, which I somehow manage to climb into. And we're off. I'm almost tripping from eating the weed and we fly high above the trees and finally into a local hick police station, where they decide that we all need to go under the witness protection programme. And guess who they turn me into? Paris-bloody-Hilton! :eek:

So, I suddenly find myself in what looks like a super-luxury hotel in the UAE that I had seen on tv once, and I have to do my Paris Hilton tv show there. The cameras are rolling and I try to talk like Paris, but sound more like Fran Drescher in The Nanny. A member of the camera crew then asks me if I know anything about a Vivienne Westwood suit that went missing from a store in Queens. He then proceeds to take off his mask and reveal himself to be a NY cop. I'm taken downtown, with the cameras still rolling, and I suddenly hear the real Paris Hilton scream out that she recognised me as being not her. Go figure.

At this point I wake up. Exhausted.



What a crazy ass dream. :eek:

[Ronin]

Dude...

No more marinara pasta fer you.

:eek:

[Petra]

LOL!

Yeah, I blame Paul's cooking!


(And, no, I wasn't stoned, drunk, or anything else when I went to bed last night. Honest. )

[livius drusus]

Damn, girl. That's beats the shit out of my lisarea (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1398) dream. :colors:

[Ronin]

(And, no, I wasn't stoned, drunk, or anything else when I went to bed last night. Honest. )

What an interesting disclaimer you felt somehow compelled to announce.

:copter:

[Petra]

Damn, girl. That's beats the shit out of my lisarea (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1398) dream. :colors:


Ha! I knew there must be another dream thread here somewhere.

Merge, maybe? We can have a "bring your weird ass dreams here" thread. :D

There was no sex in my dream, though - and I'm not going to tell you about my sex dreams, or the assorted FF members that feature in them. :blush:

[Petra]

(And, no, I wasn't stoned, drunk, or anything else when I went to bed last night. Honest. )

What an interesting disclaimer you felt somehow compelled to announce.

:copter:

Well, I figured I may just have something of a rep for out-of-itness around here, so thought I'd better make such a disclaimer before y'all thing I've been tootin' on the wicked schtoog.

[Ronin]

Damn, girl. That's beats the shit out of my lisarea (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?t=1398) dream. :colors:

Oh sure, I fall off the planet for only a month and this is the sort of thing that goes on!

:storm:

And no,...I won't "get lost"...shaddup, whoever said that.

[Ronin]

Well, I figured I may just have something of a rep for out-of-itness around here, so thought I'd better make such a disclaimer before y'all thing I've been tootin' on the wicked schtoog.

There needs to be some lyrics to that.

:git:

[Petra]

There needs to be some lyrics to that.

:git:


That is a lyric. Repeat with feeling till you feel closer to God. It's a spiritual, y'know. :wink:


I've been tootin' on the wicked schtoog
And I want to take you higher
Yeah, let me take you higher
Baby, baby, let me light your fire
Ooo yeah, little bit higher

Boom-shaka-laka-laka
Boom-shaka-la-boonka-boo

[livius drusus]

Oh sure, I fall off the planet for only a month and this is the sort of thing that goes on!

You see? That's a cautionary tale if I ever heard one. And have you seen my postcount? I'm like that girl with the red shoes in the Hans Christian Andersen story. :stickman:


And no,...I won't "get lost"...shaddup, whoever said that.

Good. See that you don't.

[Ex-zombie]

There was no sex in my dream, though - and I'm not going to tell you about my sex dreams, or the assorted FF members that feature in them. :blush:

You dream about Warren, don't you?

[Dingfod]

That wouldn't be a dream, it would be a nightmare.

[TomJoe]

Something must be in the air... I had a freaky dream last night as well.

I was at an amusement park along with one of my friends from high school, who I'm good friends with but have not spoken to recently since he left "for assignment" a couple of years ago for the State Department. We were sitting around just talking when all of a sudden I look up and notice that there is an airplane (a jumbo jet) doing a slow roll precariously close to the ground. It's on it's back, and it appears that it's trying to right itself, but the problem is, it only has one wing.

Then my friend tells me that he's got to get back to work and I'm his ride, and I'm trying to keep an eye on this airplane with one wing struggling to not crash. So I get into my car, and I'm parked in a place that there is no possible way that I could have parked it (a sidewalk with those huge concrete poles which prevent automotive traffic from getting onto them) and all I can do is keep doing K-turns to try to find a way out... all the time my friend is getting annoyed because he's late from work, and I'm trying to keep an eye on this airplane which has attempted to land, but is waved off (I guess) and has to try a second pass... and all I can think is, why the heck didn't they let that plane land? All those people are going to die. And I am apparently the only one to notice that this plane isn't doing so hot... everyone keeps going about their business even though this plane is originally maybe only a couple hundred feet over the ground (barely missing the ferris wheel I might add).

Well, I manage to then get my car out of this jam, because it's now suddenly a bicycle, and I don't know how I'm going to get my friend back to work, unless he wants to ride on the handlebars, which he doesn't approve of... he decides he's going to walk, and I lose track of the plane because there are like a dozen others which have suddenly taken off all at once, I suppose to make room for this plane with one wing.

:eek:

[livius drusus]

Wow, Tom. I can't believe the detail you remember. Do you keep a dream journal?

[TomJoe]

Wow, Tom. I can't believe the detail you remember. Do you keep a dream journal?

Nope. I can barely keep my lab books at work "up to date" (hope my boss doesn't read this)... it'd be impossible for me to keep a dream journal.

I think I remember so much of it because it was possibly the most screwed up dream I can remember in a long time.

[Ronin]

Oh sure, I fall off the planet for only a month and this is the sort of thing that goes on!

You see? That's a cautionary tale if I ever heard one. And have you seen my postcount? I'm like that girl with the red shoes in the Hans Christian Andersen story. :stickman:

Damn...MMMMCCXXXVII...that's...like...some thousand...and hundreds of hundreds...plus...uh..eighteen wheels on a Bigrig!

My paltry CCCLXXXV is humbled mightily.

:bowdown:

[Petra]

Wow, Tom. I can't believe the detail you remember. Do you keep a dream journal?

I tend to remember a lot of silly detail in my dreams. Well, the vivid ones, anyway.


Tom, you sound like you would have woken just as exhausted as me this morning! Those kinda dreams can really sap your energy.

I loved the car turning into a bicycle. Those kinds of surreal vision are what I hope for in my dreaming. Too cool.

[Petra]

Oh sure, I fall off the planet for only a month and this is the sort of thing that goes on!

You see? That's a cautionary tale if I ever heard one. And have you seen my postcount? I'm like that girl with the red shoes in the Hans Christian Andersen story. :stickman:

Damn...MMMMCCXXXVII...that's...like...some thousand...and hundreds of hundreds...plus...uh..eighteen wheels on a Bigrig!

My paltry CCCLXXXV is humbled mightily.

:bowdown:

385 posts? Is that the best you can do?

Most of us oldies are in the M's already. :cool:

[Petra]

That wouldn't be a dream, it would be a nightmare.

No way, Warren. You one sexy mofo. The way you ...ahhh....never mind.


Let's just say, you were hot. Real hot.

[Ronin]

385 posts? Is that the best you can do?

Most of us oldies are in the M's already. :cool:

Don't you mock me, schtoog tooter.

:smokingj:

[Petra]

Mock you, Ronin?


Never! :innocent:

[Ronin]

uh-huh....

:wtf:

[Ex-zombie]

No way, Warren. You one sexy mofo. The way you ...ahhh....never mind.


Let's just say, you were hot. Real hot.


I win the prize for being one excellent guesser. :oscarwin:

Bow before me.

[Petra]

Bow before me.

In the dream I had about you, I kneeled. Does that count?


:naughty:

[Ex-zombie]

In the dream I had about you, I kneeled. Does that count?

Okay I'll let that count. Sounds kinda like the dream I had about Liv except I was the one kneeling.

[Corona688]

You people make me jealous of your dream lives. :p The only dream I can remember from the last 5 years is a dumb boring thing about catching a mouse loose in the house. Which isn't even all that mysterious since there was a mouse loose in the house in RL and we knew it.

[livius drusus]

The night before last I dreamt that a team of 3 young earth creationists were trying to kill me. They followed me by sea to a convention resort -- some kind of steamboat they had stolen was involved (I had to sand it down to see the original paint) -- and confronted me in this really creepy way on an escalator.

It was damned strange, I'll tell you whut.

[Ensign Steve]

I had really bad nightmares a few nights ago. They woke me up at about 4:05 am, and I thought about calling Dorian, because it would have 'only' been 1:05 am for him and there was a chance he was still up (turned out he was), but I didn't call him. If I had I would have been able to tell him all about the dreams and possibly remember them in vivid detail now, but I never did so I forgot most of them.

I do remember that there was a person poking me, jabbing me, hard in the thigh with his finger. At first I was like, "dude, stop. that bugs." But he kept going harder and I couldn't pull away and it got to the point where I was just screaming. And I could totally feel the pain of it, even though I was dreaming. Then I dreamed that I woke up at one point, which I hate and I know that was a dream because Dorian was there and he was telling me what I was saying and doing in my sleep (something about don't take my baby?! :eek: ), and I was like, "well no wonder I was freaking out, I was having some really bad nightmares!" Then I was asleep again and there was a man laying across my chest, pushing me down against the bed, and I was strugging but I couldn't budge. I was telling myself it's really Dorian again and he's trying to hold me, and if I'll wake up, he'll be there. Then I woke up and I was all alone. Yay.

[Ymir's blood]

Most of my dreams are either disturbing or nightmares. Fortunately, I rarely remember any of them.