Rolling dream log

[null123]

yeah I hit my head and it hurts but no concussion,nothing broken

[reprise85]

hope you feel better soon, glad you're not hurt

[Shallowed]

CTR style Go-Karting at my first primary school. Walked to my old neighbours house, smoked weed and ate shrooms with her, and had trippy cuddles.

[reprise85]

last night i had a dream where it was me, and i was like a 10 year old boy and i had a 10 year old friend who had a chain tied to his leg connected to a huge rock, like the kid could still move by dragging it, but only very slowly. the chain was like, maybe 8 feet long, and painted yellow.

so, we're in this cave, and it's the early 1900s. in the cave there's like my house, and then up several flights (yeah i know that doesn't make sense in a cave but whatever) there's the other kid's house. we go above his house and details are fuzzy but some guy is chasing us and in the midst of it his mom gets alerted somehow and they end up having a collision in cars (yeah i know this doesn't make sense either) and they both die. so we both freak out

then i just decide, well obviously the kid has to live with my mom and me now. so i go down the stairs and talk to my mom wall the kid is taking forever to come downstairs because of the rock chained to his leg. so as i'm trying to explain the kid gets there and just says hey my mom is dead and so we don't even discuss it, he's just part of my family now.

so now i AM the kid, it's been several weeks, and i'm assimilating to the family. there's this soda machine thing (fuzzy syrupy water) and i become thoughtful and talk about how "i bet in a few hundreds of years there will be hundreds of flavors of this fizzy water"... the mom figures out how to cut off the chained rock and so i'm now free of that.

so forward in time a little, we come out of our cave and it's the 1940s and it's WWII and we're in europe i guess because it's the front line. me and the other kid are now like 15 and we're part of the army. every time we see older/higher ranked soldiers we have to stop and salute them.

so there's this ship leaving, and i'm trying to catch it. there's a time limit and out of my whole platoon or whatever, i'm running the slowest (because i'm not used to running because of the stone). there's like a stopwatch now on the "screen" of my dream and the ship that's leaving has a countdown and i keep getting slowed down because i keep running into higher ranked soldiers and having to stop and salute them.

so the ship somehow calculates that i won't make it in time, and locks up. my entire platoon, including the other kid that took me in after my mom died in the car accident, is on there. i DO make it in time, but it doesn't matter, and i just look at the locked doors and know i am finally alone, there is no other mom to take me in. and that's the end of the dream

[Shallowed]

That was an interesting read.

[reprise85]

i also had a groundhog day one where i kept reliving the same day over and over and at first i was like 'yo i'm just dreaming' and then after the 6th or 7th time i want to talk about it with the first person i see but i know that will only make her think i'm crazy and then i start thinking "well maybe i am crazy". the day starts with some woman waking me up... opening the door to the room I'm sleeping in and saying some phrase... and i just want to freak out on her

[Shallowed]

"yo I'm just dreaming"

[yo soy el mejor]

the other week i had a dream i was leaving out of the country but realized my new passport had my name wrong and a picture of a man in it.

[slunken]

haha

[Order 66]

my dreams this past week have this 'feature' where it gives me a warning if i'm sleeping past 7am. like this morning i almost overslept dreaming i was playing with a bunch of cats and some text scrolled by INSUFFICIENT FUNDS STOP NOW and woke up. i think this is the first week i did a solid 40 hrs of work because i came in on time for once

[null123]

that's amazing

[reprise85]

I had some weird ones last night.

I found out I had colon cancer. Was giving 1 1/2 years max to live. But then somehow it was some kind of cancer in my legs, and I had to choose between chemo, amputating my legs, or doing nothing and only living a little while longer. None of the ways was foolproof and either way I knew I'd die within a few years.

And somehow it was actually my hands that I was going to lose, and I was very upset. Not sure how colon cancer was making it where I was either going to amputate my hands or die, but that's what it was. My family was very upset and my grandmother was there (been dead two years now) and was really upset, and my mom was talking about suing my gastro doctor since I just had an exam and he said everything was fine.

And I knew I was going to die soon, and that everyone would move on without me, and I had a lot of mixed feelings. I wanted to call my therapist to talk, but I kept thinking I could just give here a couple days more before I upset her, tell her at my next appointment, and I started being conflicted between telling people or just letting them know near the end.

[killtrocity]

bet it was pretty relieving when you woke up?

[Shallowed]

I keep on dreaming about messing things up badly, or making people get really upset with me, sometimes to the point that we physically* fight.

*as physical as a dream can be

[Shallowed]

First dream I had last night as I drifted off to sleep:
I was carrying my laptop around with the power cord plugged in. The power cord somehow tangled itself around my body, then got under my feet and tripped me up. I woke up when I hit the ground.

Last dream I had last night before I woke up in the morning:
I was playing a video game but it was like I was actually in the game, experiencing what the character was experiencing. I was in some abandoned dystopian town. I hadn't even moved from my starting position in an alleyway before some glowing blue zombie came careening around the corner and rushed towards me. It was right in my face, mauling my body without me being able to defend myself. I figured I should check the options menu to find out what the controls for the game were. Nothing happened though, the game wasn't paused and no menu showed up because all of a sudden this was real life. So I just ran for my life with this thing chasing me, and no way of shaking it off or killing it.

[hnibos]

I was in an... amazonian type camp where there were a couple of huts and "protective houses" with my family I guess and there were a lot of other people. We sort of had a mission but I don't remember it anymore. 28if was there although it didn't really look like him. He was my guest. We were doing whatever we were supposed to do until we were attacked by locals with guns and everyone on our side started fleeing towards these protective houses. Some of us, including 28if and I, had guns, but we knew we were outmatched and ran to the protective house. Once we got in, the people didn't seem too worried, I guess we had some sort of small militia protecting us, and they would take out the locals that were attacking us. At some point I realized 28if was not around and I got a little worried. Once it was safe to leave, I found him ok, and I was relieved. Oh yeah, and I saw my brother die in the initial attack and it didn't bother me much =/

[teh b0lly!!1]

had a pretty creepy one yesterday

i was driving along in my car and behind the back seats, just under the rear windshield, was a black plastic-looking (but living) bird, lying on its back with its wings spread, and its head perfectly tilted sideways. like in an egyptian drawing. as i was dreaming, my nose started to whistle as i was asleep, and the noise kind of permeated to my dream, which became the horrid squeals of the bird as it was being pulled apart by two figures - one holding the head, one holding the feet. it was pretty terrible

[reprise85]

weird one last night.

there was some game, or show, where my old friend paul and my sister would play and look through this kind of shroud/see through cloth thing and it would do something to them - they wouldn't tell me what, just wanted me to try it myself. but i could never get it to work.

in my old room in my old house, my grandmother was on my old laptop and i wanted to get it from her to use it for porn (?) and i was just mostly like 'holy shit she can use a computer?!'

then my mom brought in a bunch of boxes of my stuff, and it had a bunch of things i had forgotten about including a bunch of SP shirts

then i took my car in for an oil change and inspection and it got denied because there was something wrong with the body of the car and it would cost 3000+ dollars to fix so i wanted to take it to someone else for a second opinion

then i'm back at my house, and my front left tooth falls out. i'm like holy shit and tell my mom we have to go to the dentist RIGHT NOW and she's like okay. so i'm looking for something to wear and i decide to get one of my old SP shirts but suddenly my sister has taken over my room and all her stuff is in it and i'm looking for clothes to wear but everything is either dirty or not there and my mom tells me she threw it all away.

so i go in my parents room to find some clothes and my dad is weirdly inappropriately sexual towards me and i tell him i'm going to call 911 (i'm a teenager in the dream at this point) and he's like 'go ahead!' and i try to start to do it but i cant get the phone to dial

a bunch of time is spent going between rooms and i'm asking my sister why she's moved into my room and she says because my mom moved into her room because my dad is being weird and i go into the room my mom's in and i tell her what he just said/did to me and she's like 'yeah i know sorry bout that' and i'm like wtf why aren't you doing anything

[reprise85]

i was friends with someone and they were in a house with a family with like 5 or 7 daughters living there and for some reason i found them attractive and i wrote this book with pictures about them in sexual situations and went to the bathroom and when i came out they had found it and i was like 'i dont know whats going on ive never been like this before but i understand i need to leave blah blah blah' and they were like well yeah and i was like well can i have the book to show to my therapist

and then during this i was playing some PS2 game and the buttons were made out of M&Ms and i bit one off and was worried about being in trouble because of that and WTF DREAMS STOP BEING LIKE THIS

ptsd dreams fucking suck, fuck certain people for making it where i have anxiety dreams like this where it makes me think i'm some kind of sexual monster and rape people and shit FUCK

[TuralyonW3]

I dreamt that my grandma was driving a giant-dolphin powered boat. It was awesome

[reprise85]

that does sound awesome

the one good thing about that dream is after a couple kids found the notebook or whatever i was immediately like 'we have to tell your parents, this can't become some secret' :/

[reprise85]

in my dream i was at some kind of... i don't even know, i was far away and some kind of festival or event with my sister and i woke up at 5pm and realized i missed my two appointments today and then in the dream i kept thinking and saying variations of "i want to die"

[null123]

Originally Posted by reprise85

weird one last night.

there was some game, or show, where my old friend paul and my sister would play and look through this kind of shroud/see through cloth thing and it would do something to them - they wouldn't tell me what, just wanted me to try it myself. but i could never get it to work.

in my old room in my old house, my grandmother was on my old laptop and i wanted to get it from her to use it for porn (?) and i was just mostly like 'holy shit she can use a computer?!'

then my mom brought in a bunch of boxes of my stuff, and it had a bunch of things i had forgotten about including a bunch of SP shirts

then i took my car in for an oil change and inspection and it got denied because there was something wrong with the body of the car and it would cost 3000+ dollars to fix so i wanted to take it to someone else for a second opinion

then i'm back at my house, and my front left tooth falls out. i'm like holy shit and tell my mom we have to go to the dentist RIGHT NOW and she's like okay. so i'm looking for something to wear and i decide to get one of my old SP shirts but suddenly my sister has taken over my room and all her stuff is in it and i'm looking for clothes to wear but everything is either dirty or not there and my mom tells me she threw it all away.

so i go in my parents room to find some clothes and my dad is weirdly inappropriately sexual towards me and i tell him i'm going to call 911 (i'm a teenager in the dream at this point) and he's like 'go ahead!' and i try to start to do it but i cant get the phone to dial

a bunch of time is spent going between rooms and i'm asking my sister why she's moved into my room and she says because my mom moved into her room because my dad is being weird and i go into the room my mom's in and i tell her what he just said/did to me and she's like 'yeah i know sorry bout that' and i'm like wtf why aren't you doing anything

You hit almost every classic dream archetype in one go. Impressive


I dreamt I went to the most amazing store and it was inside of one of those portable buildings they have at k-12 schools and I spent thousands of dollars on all different kinds of colorful jewelry. it was simultaneously a science fiction plot where my friend was a disembodied intelligence trapped in someone else's mind....

[reprise85]

i was in some kind of school but it was in a wooded area. i was like a 10 year old antisocial kid apparently. i was having some issues and went to the guidance counselor who was in the library. i started hyperventilating and having a panic attack and she just let me hyperventilate and then after a while she said stop faking i-breathing and i-(something) (not sure why it was called ibreathing and not hyperventilating) but it made me really mad because i wasnt faking and i body slammed her wrestling style and she urinated all over me.

then i ran away into the wooded area, but i became another kid and the antisocial kid became my friend scott and i watched him running past me and there was a room in the wilderness with only two walls and there was a whole basket full of York peppermint patties just sitting there chilling for some reason.

and then i'm the kid running again but it's become me (well a young version of me) and i run into my dad in the woods. he's trying to catch a cat, specifically this cat fluffy that we had. i know it's him because he had a bum eye. so we're trying to catch this cat and there's a little stream and a dog falls in the stream and i ask my dad to help me get it out before it drowns but he's like "the dog is pregnant, what if it kills the babies?" so we just let it sit there and drown. it's faced up and its eyes start popping out of its head as its drowning and i just watch it. other people arrive and are like WTF why did you let it drown (to my dad) and i get really upset and yell at my dad

god i can still see the dog's eyes popping out of its head

[Eulogy]

i was late getting to some airport in Spain (????????)

So i took my mom's rental car because public transportation would have taken too long. I vaguely knew where the airport was, but I stopped at a gas station to make sure. Ended up with a police escort to the airport. Then I got there and got in line for security and realized I'd forgotten my boarding pass. Tried to use the machine... and I kept entering my last name but then it would ask me if I was someone else entirely. So I got really frustrated and asked for help and this guy came over and he was a huuuuuuuge douche about it. But I did end up getting on the plane.

There was some sequence involving me racing to get to a movie theater somewhere.

Then I was in Florida or something? And I was leaving the next day. And then someone said rumors were swirling that I was taking a year off of school to do something (????) making $74/month. I was just about to hear how these rumors started and wtf was going on when my alarm went off.

There were a bunch of people I knew in these dreams, none of whom I have seen with any regularity in years.

wtffff

Dreams are dumb.

[Shallowed]

This is the second morning in a row that I've dreamed about getting intimate (though not sexual) with a girl that I can't be with. Yesterday it was my ex-girlfriend that I cut off contact with for nearly three years. Normally when I dream about her the dream is about awkwardly meeting her in the street or the supermarket or something.

This morning it was the sister of one of the guys I mention in this post.

Both times I woke up five minutes before my alarm went off.

[Eulogy]

had one about terrifying bugs and spiders last night

i don't like that

[slunken]

on another note the other night i had a dream about this kind of cologne/perfume that you put near your genitals that smells vaguely like skunk. you do this to entice your lover into a frenzy. i woke up really turned on.

we can read this thread or the other one i posed in, like a game.

[reprise85]

this is from a few nights ago

my dad is building a hotel. some people are staying there prior to the official opening. i'm in the room with a customer and someone else (maybe my sister), and my dad's wallet is there. i take out $100 bill and to my surprise it is some kind of physical copy of twitter where there is a tweet of bill maher making fun of monte and sending it to @billy. it's a 100 dollar tweet bill. i show it to my sister and we laugh. i then suddenly (mistakenly) realize I've taken this $100 from the customer's wallet, and give it back to her and apologize. She takes it, and I go to leave and then remember wait, it's from my dad's wallet, and ask for it back. She says she'll pay it back, but to put it on her bill. At that point I realize I'm being played and she says something like "well you gave it to me, deal with it" and shows me that she only has a $500 bill (which makes no sense for many reasons). I start to argue and then say "so if you found a wallet with $100 in it and the person came up to you, saw you pick it up, and asked for the money back would you give it to them?" And she goes "no" and I realize it's a lost cause so I leave.

Then I'm outside at the sort of grand opening of the hotel, which sort of looks more like a bar, and the sign says it's called the "Riff Raft". I can't decide if my dad is an idiot and can't spell or is an idiot and made a pun that makes no sense in context. There is also a large poster of John Travolta outside and I'm like WTF. The poster is the cover of this album:



Then all of a sudden the grand opening "starts" and out comes a young John Travolta singing Grease songs in the same hairstyle as the poster. Somehow this now makes sense to me and I understand the poster and the name of the club/hotel and just accept it.

I tell my dad about the customer and the $100 and he takes a long time to understand what I'm saying and then gets upset and goes to confront her and then I'm like well she's like our first customer do you want to make it a big thing and he's like well don't you think someone like that isn't going to pay anyway and I'm like yeah you're right and that's the end of the dream

[cocksure]

i just woke up from a dream in which trotskilicious and i went to a concert, shouted at the band and eventually had to deal with the police for being disruptive or something. pretty good, would dream again