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[Kannade]

WTFFFFFFF basically my dream started out on a really, really good note. So I was w/ techsupportdog and a few of my other friends and I guess it was maybe 8 (like it was late enough for the sky to be pitch black but it was still early enough for us to be wandering around for fun) so we went out to get food at a tiny shack that looks like The Weiners Circle up in Chicago:

 

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vo1LPf9mnyU

 

Like it was the same washed out, florescent lighting and everything and we were the only customers there. We looked behind the counter and some of the DVDASA crew members were there but the only one I recognized off the bat was Asa Akira so I was was "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT YALL, SOMEONE TAKE MY PHONE AND SNAP A PICTURE OF ME AND ASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA "

 

So I was like: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

 

 

Then I heard static noise and I looked to my left and upward and there was an old school tv mounted up in the corner of the shack. there was a breaking news report and there was like a bunch of people w/ red eyes on the loose rabidly attacking and killing people in the streets so we dipped before we could actually order anything. Instead of staying together we all parted ways to be with our families. I spotted the people w/ red eyes attacking someone else while I was on my way home. I don't mean red eyes like their eyes were bloodshot, I literally mean it looks like someone used MS Paint to messily doodle over their eyes w/ red. They didn't see me so I sped walked the rest of the way to get the fuck outta there cause I was thinking if I started running they'd probably hear my feet pounding against the pavement and they'd all turn their attention towards me.

 

The next morning I got on a bus, idk where I was going but it seemed to be part of my dream self's daily routine. I looked over at the window and I saw James Harden's reflection, except he had those MS Paint colored red eyes.

 

I prodded this old lady sitting next to me w/ my elbow and I was like "..........Do you see that??? " and I tilted my head toward the window and she patted my hand like "Dun worry dearie ~__~"  so for whatever reason I just took her word and didn't pay it any attention. Then all of a sudden I was looking up at the white ceiling of the bus and there was a shit ton of pressure on my spine. I rolled my eyes back a little and I saw Harden. He had grabbed me out of my seat and pulled me up backwards and he was going HAM just pushing on my shoulder and pelvis. He was trying to snap my spine in half by using the hard edge of that plastic bus seat. Like literally I have never felt that much pain in a dream, it was god awful and it wasnt even for like a second, it was minutes and minutes of agony. My vision eventually blacked out but I could still feel Harden trying to break my back.Then I woke myself up because it just hurt so bad, but when I reached around to feel my spine my back didn't hurt at all. This shit was just too crazy

Edited by Kannade, 07 February 2015 - 05:00 PM.

[Red Ranger]

So I had a dream about some random stuff.

 

I thought it was about basketball at first.

Spoiler

It starts out with me just watching something like a compilation of basketball dumps and tricks but it wasn't like I was watching it was more like I was spectating the thing all happening as if I were watching a real basketball game but it was weird watching it. One moment someone's dunking and then it just skips like in a video to some other guy shooting a 3 pointer but failing.

Spoiler

Then it goes the other way where now the dream goes to the crowd and some guy is saying stuff. "Oh look at that shot, maybe if he practiced more and had more personality he could have actually made it." I'm walking past this guy and then I trip and fall into the stairs but instead of hitting something hard it's like I fell into water. Now I'm in a submarine underneath the ocean and all of a sudden everything looks like I'm in some sort of video game.

Spoiler

So I'm chilling on some seat and the captain pops up and tells everyone to get ready and leaves, except we're all too busy talking about basketball and shit so he pops back up and asks if anyone is going to come and no one hears him so he leaves like it's all okay and stuff. My point of view shifts over to some guy across from me and it's in a third person view like my god it felt like a game. He gets up, or I do since I'm controlling him, and I start running around to examine the place but the way he ran, I'm like *wat*.

Spoiler

So I ran and examined everything and then I came across this containment zone and I look through the glass door and it's some girl just cowering in the corner and shit but guess what I decided to run right through the glass. She's screaming and I'm like *spicy*.

Spoiler

The dream ends as the submarine is destroyed with an H-bomb.

Edited by Red Ranger, 08 February 2015 - 07:47 PM.

[LeturLefr]

I have this particular dream which happen the first time like 5-6 years ago.
It was raining and I'm in a partiular road that I'm familiar with, and I just stood there and then my crush will come to me and gave me a piece of papper then I woke up.
Since then, I got the same dream like that when I had another crush, and it just happen If I had crush on her like more than a year or so. It's the same thing but with a different girl.

[Hummingmoon]

I had a dream where my older sister and I were at the mall. Except I kept on walking away from her and going into my own thing, which frustrated her to the point where her face was bright red. I didn't mean to, but I just kept on getting caught up in the music I was listening to. I'd be wandering towards something that interested me before realizing "O shit I think I left my sister behind." Which would then lead to me running back to her screaming at me. This kept on for awhile...Until finally, my older sister dragged me into this weird, colorful pre-teen store. The ones with those hashtag stuffed pillows and pop star stuff, if you know what I'm talking about. Not exactly our usual crowd. My sister, who could tell I was confused, told me brought me in here because she saw a stuffed animal she liked. She said it looked like an orange and "really yummy." So, we searched the store for the "yummy" stuffed animal she liked, until landing in the back part of the place. (Who knew how she was able to see it if it was all the way back there.) At this point we had been searching for so long that I realized I had to use the restroom, and, lo and behold, there was a restroom right in the corner. ...Which is something that never happens in a real mall. Ever. Finding a restroom in a mall is like an Easter egg hunt with how masterfully they hide them. I should've been more suspicious, but my bodily functions were like, "Eh. It'll be fine" so I rushed in there.

The restrooms fluorescent lights were crappy, but the bathroom was otherwise clean. The hallway seemed really long for some reason. Like it was stretched. I'd began to walk to the stall I had chosen, when I looked behind me... And saw a cute guy. Just standing there and smiling at me. At first I wondered if I entered the wrong restroom, but after looking closer realized that the guy actually seemed really... Surreal. Like, he had the calmest smile yet may as well have had the word "malicious" written in bold across his forehead. With the lights flickering behind him, he stood in an almost otherworldly way, you could say. It was really creepy. So, not really being able to form any thoughts at the moment, I panicked and ran as fast as I could into the last stall. I didn't want to look behind me, but I could feel him gliding quickly behind me, chasing me. I slammed the stall door as tightly as I could, but his two strangely arms still managed to get in. They were holding flowers and a heart shaped box of chocolates, and scrambling around like ants trying to pry open the door. Slamming against the wall at times.At this point I wanted to scream at him to go away, but was too terrified for anything to form into words. I just kept on pushing as hard as I could on that door, hoping he would give up and go away. But he didn't. And naturally, at some point, I lost the strength to keep pushing. He got inside the stall, and immediately lunged at me, the chocolate and flowers now out of the hands that instead wanted to grab me. I held my arms out to push him away, and to my surprise, was actually able to hold him off. I fell against the stall door, pushing him away and pushing myself back out into the restroom. Seeing him in front of me like an enemy in a first-person shooter triggered some fantasy in me (who knows why) that this was all actually just a video game, and that if I were able to hold him off until I met up with my sister, he would disappear and I would win. So I tried to do exactly that, my eyes fixated on him the entire time. But the closer we got to my sister, the stronger he became and the more he struggled. And while everything during this part is a blur, I could see that the closer we got, the more distorted and ghost-like his appearance became. As if he was turning into something. It wasn't until we finally were near my sister that I saw he was morphing into Death. But by this point, it was too late. It wasn't a game, and my sister was nowhere to be seen. And Death was the strongest he'd ever been, looming over me with spidery arms. The once colorful environment was now garish and dark behind him, twisting around as he leaned down close. The screen turned black, and I heard him say in a trombone-like voice (for lack of a better adjective), "You will fall in love with the next person who (something something)."

I honestly can't remember what he said at that point. I remembered it once I woke up, but quickly forgot once I saw my cat sleeping next to me. :I Sorry, Death. You went through so much effort to tell me, too.

But yeah, I think I know what that dream was trying to say.

Cute boys will literally be the death of me.

You get it?

[Youen]

I had the worst dream ever, I was working. Then woke up and had to go to work..

[osakaki]

I had the worst dream ever, I was working. Then woke up and had to go to work..

ffffff I have had so many of those

Edited by osakaki, 20 February 2015 - 02:08 AM.

[Beleghen-od-ruin]

I dreamt of a marvellous sunset city full of spires and towers, gables and gambrels, and hoary and ancient wonders. I dreamt that it was an eternal twilight whither the sun is always cut by the horizon but the night never fully falls, though the brightest stars shine through. I dreamt that the gods of the earth has taken it away from me and kept what is mine for their own.

[Yan Q]

I had the worst dream ever, I was working. Then woke up and had to go to work..

Your over active imagination, man.

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I can't quite remember how it all started, but I do remember very vividly the last few moments of my dream from this morning.

I was running through some hallways, the floors were carpeted with a dark colour, there were metal railings and I had to run past some large floor to ceiling length windows.
Not being chased by anything in particular, it was more like I was being rushed.

Turned a corner, and the pathway I was on opened up into a large room. I was on the second floor, so I had to go down the stairs first. There were those yellow "CAUTION" signs the stewards put up when they clean, and it was almost like an obstacle.

It was like the foyer of a cinema, and there were a few vending machines selling bars and lollies, and there was popcorn already packaged in the cardboard tubs of various sizes in a wheelie cart. And I remember distinctly that even though some sizes were the same, all the prices were different, and that it was very important I pick the cheaper ones.

Eventually I just grabbed two as I ran past it, and shot down the stairs to get to the main floor.

There were groups of people everywhere. They were on a school excursion. I ran to pay for the popcorn, slipping past the red-velvet stands that organise lines and queues.
I was at the front but I couldn't go to the counter yet. They had to call me up sort of like at immigrations. I was so impatient, I pretty much was jumping up and down and tapping my leg with my right hand while holding on to the popcorn with my left. When I got called, I ran to the counter to pay.

It was a long table with nuns behind it. It felt sort of like a veg market in the morning with lots of people paying for different things, and I remember someone telling me "dont bother getting the grapes they try to sell you, they're just leftovers", so when the nun asked if I wanted an extra bunch of grapes, I was like "nah". But they didnt even look like grapes. They looked like pickled lychee-eyeballs in a huge tub of brine (like the ones they use to store mayo).

So I paid, and I quickly ran past the counter, behind them was a warehouse-type place. And that was it. Yup.

My mission was a success. Get (cheap) popcorn. Don't buy the grapes.

Edited by Yan Q, 01 March 2015 - 02:24 PM.

[KratSG]

I was travelling the roads on foot with a partner and we reached the gate of a defensive wall. Two welsh onions guarding the door told us about a fire happening in the basement, and they spoke nervously of how it screamed in terror. Eventually they cracked and told us a Rainbow Grip attack had collided with a Gold Hut and ignited living flames. It's questing time!

 

Do you guys keep a dream journal? You should!

[Natureboy]

I think it was after Pharos described one of her cats as a "furry bowling ball" . . .

 

I dreamed some of my coworkers had gotten me a custom bowling ball as a retirement present or something. Using it for the next game I was awesome, strike after strike!  I was starting to think it was too easy and I should switch to duckpins.  All this is even though I don't bowl irl and my high game from sometime in my teens or early twenties was like a 170. 

 

Dreams are weird.

[Ravenous Raven]

This was a... ahem... pretty weird one. And that's saying something coming from me.

 

   I title it: That oddly Moe dream with the Furries.

 

Spoiler

Starts off with this kitty girl. She's like... more than a kemomimi but less than a furry, I guess? Like, she has a human head and cat ears, but her entire lower half is a cat body (imagine a cat faun.) and her arms are fluffy and end in fingery-paws. I shall refer to her as Cat, because I'm the world's most cleverest human being.

 

  Anyway, so there's Cat, and she's twelve years old, and she's the queen of this tribe of cat-people. (Her mother is still alive, though, she's really more like a princess.) So, in the dream she's just walking around her "Village" which is, in reality a whole bunch of inter-connected lean-tos, tents, curtains, and thatch houses, all built onto these wooden platforms stretching across the mouth of a huge ravine. One wrong move and you could plummet all the way to the bottom.

  

  Cat was walking around looking for someone, and she ends up going into this huge tent, filled with slaves. The slaves were honestly, pretty well treated. It was their off time, and they were lounging on cushions, eating good food, and playing Mandolin type instruments. Cat runs over to one of them - a tall dude in his thirties who had bubble gum pink dreadlocks. (He's also  half-anthrocat and half-human, so he's just a kemomimi. Because that's how gentics work shut up.)

 

  Here's a small portion where my memory cuts off the details for some reason, but I remember vague stuff -  the guy's named Regan (I rarely ever hear names in dreams, so this stuck out to me) he is Cat's slave, and the reason his hair is pink is because she dyed it 'for' him, lol.

  The odd thing though, is she was trying really hard to convince him (a slave!) to marry her (a queen!) yet he keeps rejecting her because she's flippin' twelve, meanwhile she's trying to explain to him that her species matures much faster than his.

 

  Randomly, their conversation takes a turn and they start talking about the dynamics of slavery in the 'kitty kingdom' - being a warrior clan, the anthrocats go fight and kill other races and clans, but many of them are brought back home as slaves. Because the anthrocats bested these slaves in battle, they consider it their right to own the 'body' of their slaves, which means the slaves would do manual labor, cook clean, ect, however they also believe they have no right to own the 'mind' and 'energy' of the slaves, and because sex was considered by the cat people to be a 'passing of energy', non-consensual marriage and sex was completely off limits.

 

  However, the slaves really liked their masters, and the masters their slaves, so pretty usual for them to marry.

  

  The story shifts forward in time a couple months, and apparently Regan and Cat have gotten married in that span of time. (Don't ask me how she convinced him, lol.)

 

  Cat is talking to her mom, aunts, cousins and various other females of the cat people, and she's explaining to them that she hasn't slept with her husband yet, despite them having been married for several days.

 

  This is around the area where I remember the details more vividly.

  Her mom is honestly worried for her, asking "Do you think he's 'defective'?"

  But Cat explains, "No, he just says I'm too young for that yet."

  The mom and the other ladies become extremely indignant, and her mom says, "Old enough to run a kingdom! We'll just dress you like the queen you are, and he wont be able to resist."

 

  So the ladies all start fawning over Cat - they giver her golden rings for her tail, feathered anklets, and a choker made of bone and claws. While their looking for things to dress her in, Cat spies a pair of metal gloves that ended in sharp claws.

  She puts them on and asks the ladies if she can wear them, to which her mom replies, "your not trying to kill him, darling."

 

  It than cuts to Regan, tidying up his and Cat's house. Cat then walks into the house... entirely naked aside from the accessories. Hilariously, this isn't nearly as 'scandalous' at it sounds, because she's basically entirely covered in fur anyway, head aside.

  In sum, it was less 'sexy' and more just, really cute.

 

  Regan freaks out and tries to back away from her, but he trips over a cushion. He's all stammer-y and nervous, "look, I know what you're trying to do, but you're just a little girl!"

 

  But Cat walks over to him and pins him to the floor. (earlier  in the dream it was mentioned that the cat people are really strong, and that she was stronger than him, but I don't remember when or where, so I'll just mention it here.)

 

  "I know that's how you think of me." Cat says. Her eyes are really cat-like, glowing yellow with slit pupils. "But consider this from my perspective - I am old enough have fought in wars. Wise enough to rule a kingdom. Brave enough to watch my subordinates die.

  Yet you have the gall tell me that I am a child?"

 

  And than Regan kisses her. And my subconsciousness started squeeing.

 

  But then - and this is the first time this ever happened to me in a dream - the "screen" fades to black, as like, a kind of modesty discretion shot? And weirdly, I still hear them talking, but despite hearing them talking, there are weird speech bubbles floating in the black, captioning what they say.

 

Regan: Oww! Darling, do you think you could sheath your claws?

 

Cat: Sorry! It's hard to control them when I'm nervous...

 

Regan: Thanks, that's much - fffffuuuuu... why did you just bite me!?

 

Cat: Oops, force of habit.

 

  Then - and to me, this is the trippiest part of the dream - the black "screen" with the floating speech bubbles kinda zooms out, and it's just me, reading a comic book. Then I flip the black page, and the other side just says 'the end'.

  So there I am, siting in my room, and I put the comic book down, and I just think to myself, 'Did I just read a Older Gentleman KemomimiXAnthro Lolita Cat Girl comic book? And did I actually enjoy it?'

 

And then I woke up. :/

 

 

God, writing that out felt less like remembering a dream, and more like writing a terrible fan-fic.

 

I finished the last half and tossed it in spoilers because it ended up even longer than I remembered it.

Edited by Ravenous Raven, 05 March 2015 - 04:58 AM.

[Kannade]

I had the worst dream ever, I was working. Then woke up and had to go to work..

low key I have nightmares about work too. I don't sleep well at night anymore so they're always really short and the colors are all messed up

[quinn.loneheart]

dreamt i was a surgeon operating on someone's foot, after the surgery completed my nurse (a geisha for some odd reason) turned to me and said something along the lines of "you did it the space station is turning again!"

and then i looked out the window and saw mars

confused, i turned back to my nurse and asked "what the f is going on."

where upon the dream promptly ended and i was left looking up at my ceiling confused as fuck. 

[Ravenous Raven]

I had a gamer nightmare last night.

 

I dreamt I was playing a game, but the control scheme was completely wonky, so I was just mashing buttons trying to figure things out. Eventually, I discovered that the attack button was X instead of the bumpers... what kind of crazy person set X to the fire button?!

[Yan Q]

I had a gamer nightmare last night.
 
I dreamt I was playing a game, but the control scheme was completely wonky, so I was just mashing buttons trying to figure things out. Eventually, I discovered that the attack button was X instead of the bumpers... what kind of crazy person set X to the fire button?!

You, because it was your dream hahaha
are you an inverse control gamer, too?

[Ravenous Raven]

You, because it was your dream hahaha
are you an inverse control gamer, too?

Well... than dream me is a weirdo!

I can actually flip between playing inverted and non-inverted pretty easily, so I just stick with whatever the default is... I guess I don't really have preference.

[Yan Q]

I kept waking up during the night, so I had a few.

The first was of Ruka trying on a gazillion clothes in front of me and me giving my thoughts/falling asleep in the mountain of clothes.

The second was meeting Kan who turned out to be a Korean girl??! over patbingsu

The third was me getting a massive back tat. Like legit, just me on the seat getting a tat for what seemed like hours while talking to the artist.

The fourth was talking to my mother about feeling unwell.

Like huh?

[Horn]

^ Sounds like fever dreams almost.



So my dream tonight went like this - There was this funeral ceremony I was going to attend, likely for my dead boss (this was months and months ago though, but my dream doesn't seem to care); it was more of a get-together than an actual funeral, with coffee and cookies afterwards, and when picking out my clothes I found the most hideous suit I had and naturally had to wear it there; it was white with thick blue horizontal stripes across it, looking more than a pajamas than anything, and I took my black shirt and a dazzling golden tie to go with it. Once when I was there, I met up with some of my friends that were also attending, noticing that they'd picked the exact same stellar color combinations, and as we marveled over everyone else's dark gloomy clothes and our own white and gold combos I dropped the line "Well aren't we wearing blue and black like everyone else in here though" and we had a hearty laugh and I seriously can't believe that THAT joke actually made it all the way into one of my dreams.

So anyway, later on it was time for a festival out on the town square, as tradition or something, so I plugged in my computer directly outside my apartment (what) and went out to see the parade. Someone'd recommended one competition that I wanted to participate in, but I looked everywhere and I couldn't find it, all the while I was walking past some other contests/relays (Ya know the ones, someone does something, passes the baton to the next person who has to do the same thing, etc etc until the whole team's finished with doing this whatever thing they're doing), every time I walked too close to them they thought I was participating and tried to get me to join. This one time a little girl insisted on me grabbing a huge bunch of balloons to take them back to the other side of the contest stage, and as she wouldn't listen to me I grabbed them and started making my way back, and apparently I wasn't wearing some sort of cape or whatever required to score points so I got disqualified, and I got really upset and said I was never even participating in the first place; the girl apparently thought so because I was wearing some sort of brand name clothes (not the suit from earlier) and thought I was a celebrity or something. One guy defended me saying it'd be a different thing if I was actually cosplaying, but since I was just wearing fancy clothes there was no need to think I was famous so apparently the whole thing wasn't my fault.

Right about now, I remember the computer I rigged up outside, recalling what a bad idea that'd been since someone might've stolen it by now, so I go back to my apartment complex to check on it, and quite correctly, someone had taken... the keyboard. So I figured, before too many got away, I'd just ask the family of the house to lock it down so I could question everyone (because all of a sudden, it was no longer a festival out on the town square, it was a party in a family's house, obviously). But they're all asleep, so I woke the kid up, saying "Hey, could you help me out, someone here took something from my computer", and he goes "Oh, is it your keyboard", and I'm like "How the eff did you know". Turns out his father was some weird kind of kleptomaniac, and when he sees a computer keyboard he just grabs it for no reason whatsoever, so we went to wake him up, and he admitted to taking it, and we searched around in the house because after taking it he pretty much instantly forgot where he put it, and there are keyboards LITERALLY EVERYWHERE. We searched the entire house - the wardrobe, the bathroom, the refrigerator (yes, there were keyboards in there and in the freezer as well), but no luck finding mine (somehow finding stuff in my dreams is extremely difficult for some reason; first the festival competition and now this); I told him it was a black one with backlit keys, and we find several of those but not mine. And as we continued searching, the ones we found just become more and more obscure in nature; some had different ergonomic layouts, some had different key layouts (like the Dvorak but completely randomly different), some were missing more than half the alphabet (they weren't busted, they looked like that to begin with), and then there was one with pre-registered entries and sentences specifically for writing gay Harry Potter fanfics. No, seriously.

And then I woke up.

Phew, I actually got all of that down. Even when my dreams are this detailed, I usually can't be arsed to write it all down like this.

[Supreme_Lurker_Primo]

Not sure it was dream or a really bad idea, but I picture I had a Gatling gun that shots syringes that morphs people in spider! And I was manically laughing as a I step on all of them then carefully peel off the guts and buried then after I step on them cause i figure they sure at least has a some sort of burial.  Then someone knock me with a roll of newspaper because I was drooling...I swear I am not a nice person. 

[Elle]

Some of you should write novels about your dreams LOL. I always thought that dreams would probably be the best place to find starting ideas for cool storylines and crazy plot-twists.

 

I feel kinda sad for people who say they don't dream (i.e. forgot everything in an instant). Missing out. Except when you have nightmares.

 

... then again, when you conquer nightmares - it actually feels liberating