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DrThunder88

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That was the worst movie ever. You should demand that your subconcious refund your money. Originally posted by ZombieJesus: Recently I dreamt I had a Nokia mobile phone that folded open like a letter. With hinges on the long sides, not the short side. Yes I'm having trouble imagining how it would work as well.
You'll figure out how it works in a dream, then forget it in another dream. That's what being a scientist is all about. You are a scientist, right?
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ZombieJesus

Lost Belgian
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I dreamt I joined some old schoolmates and work colleagues for a really wild joy ride in a big van. They had a class trip and had to get to the airport. Driving in the opposite direction on a high way, crossing the median strip, stuff like that. Then we stopped on some small factory parking lot by the side of the road and there were some houses nearby and an ice cream vending machine, and there was some sort of party with Arabic foreigners celebrating something. Some of the girls in the van had ice cream. There was a single cop, but he let us off because he knew one of the gang.
Woo. I wish more of my dreams would be this cool.
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Y_L_B

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« Reply #534 on: 05-17-2005 16:49 »
« Last Edit on: 05-17-2005 16:49 »
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Last night I had a dream that five boys claiming to by my best friends "since the war started and my people were killed" came to my house, and told me that the goobie-shoot was coming to get us. This was of apparent signifigance, because I was highly alarmed. "Quick!" one of them grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the garage, "We have to take cover!" he said, as we ducked into the corner. Suddenly, there was a knock at the side door, and an unusually large man dressed in a radioactive neon blue suit kicked it down and looked our way.
"Oh Em Jee! It's the goobie-shoot!" one of my lardier friends shrieked.
I slid underneath my mother's car, but the friends couldn't fit, so the goobie-shoot found and ate them. When he finally left my garage, I sobbed because my doughnuts, which I must have aquired via tunneling or some other rare/impossible phenomenon, were attached to his back pocket. I stood up. Cue the cheesy ninja movie music.
"I SHALL AVENGE YOU!"
All of a sudden, I was really old, and telling my story to a classroom of Kindergateners.
"And so I did."
The children clapped and stared in awe. I smiled and stood in a pose similar to the Trojan man as confetti flew wildly behind me. Then I woke up.
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NibblerJr

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I've had some pretty fucked up dreams the last few nights, most of which involved Star Wars in some way.
Like the first one, where I come home from somewhere and there was a message on my answering machine from my mom, she said "You can go to the mall." (..?) So I found some random person to take me to the mall, and he walked around in EB Games for 3 hours. And then when I asked if I could go home, he said he couldn't give me a ride. Then he took a staircase downstairs to a KOTOR-esque dungeon. I tripped one of the mines, but didn't die. Then the kid stopped to talk to 3 people who were wounded, including Revan... And then we went into this weird hangar that had the Ebon Hawk in it, and then the girl pilot agreed to bring me back home. So we went into space, and there was like 5 people on board, including my friend's brother (...?). Then I saw some TIE Fighters and some X-Wings, and the pilot said "I'll be back in a second." and ran back through the ship. Then I looked out the window and we were on some kind of prehistorical planet, and the pilot was a huge T-Rex dueling a big stegosaurus (...?!?!?) And I walked off the ship, found some sort of rune that transformed me into a Stegosaurus. Then everything stopped and I was back as a human in some kind of parking lot, where there was a ton of 10 year old girls screaming around a limo. Then my old choir teacher walked out of the limo as a security guard, and then some baseball player walked out smiling. Then all the girls left right away, and the guy walked inside the building. And then I woke up.
Please, help me.
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ZombieJesus

Lost Belgian
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I dreamt my German Socio teacher was the evil guy with the tree tattoo from HBO's Carnivŕle. I do have an oral exam from the guy IRL.
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Y_L_B

Professor

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I had this dream the other day, but I can only remember one part.
I was sitting on a wicker chair when out of the blue I took a draw from a pipe that I had and annouced in an irritated and slightly sarcastic voice,
"The only people alive anymore are Canadians..."
It made sense and seemed very profound and witty when I first woke up, but now I don't know what it means. Alas, I probably never will...
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ZombieJesus

Lost Belgian
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I dreamt one of my classmates admitted she was lesbian.
I've been remembering lots of dreams lately.
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ZombieJesus

Lost Belgian
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I recently dreamt some guy came to my house to replace a broken window. He took out the glass and rolled it up. That's right, rolled it up.
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Wooter

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Damn you weird dreams, damn you to hell! I was running down a hallway in, like, a space station or something. As I was running I wnet past some stormtrooper-esque guys firing blaster rifles at big weird aliens. The aliens were fighting back, just punching them. I ran across some things that happened to be both robots and dark jedi at the same time, so I used Celerity, one of my vampiric diciplines, to speed up and out run them. I knew that If I could lose them, the big weird aliens would beat them up for me. Well, it turns out that the cause of all this chaos was the head vampire. I ran into the end room on the space station to confront it. It tuns out that the head vampire is a topless Tara Reid. I had to fight her, and when I had knocked her dow, I went to drive a stake into her heart. However, instead of a steak, I had a tiny lightsaber. Stangely, it would not penitrate. That's all I remember. Before any of you ask, no, I have not been playing KotOR, and yes, I have been playing, Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines.
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Zed 85

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I had two dreams the other night, one involved me being stabbed, the other being beaten up. The first one was very disturbing, and I actually had a pain in my back where I was "stabbed" even after I woke up.
The second one was more bizarre - it wasn't as violent as the first, actually I dreamt I was in the Soviet Army, personal friends with a General. There we were in this field camp, and I was talking with the General but made the mistake of nearly following him into his tent, at which point a big lummox of a bodyguard grabbed me saying "no one goes in the General's tent" and started punching me up quite heavily. I was just trying to stop him, saying "Get off me Grasdenko, you stupid bloody Ukrainian!", at which point the General rushed back out and pulled him off me, explaining my rank and friendship, but Grasdenko was still suspicious. Cretin. "No harm done" as such, but I remember looking in the mirror and my nose was so swollen it seemingly took out nearly half my face...
I also had a dream about KOTOR actually last week... It was in two parts - one about the Exile trying to find Revan, meeting various opponents on the way, yadda, yadda, but the other bit - the more fun bit - was a male Jedi (in my dream, both the Exile and Revan are female somehow...) who formed an uneasy alliance with a rouge Sith - far from swearing himself to the Jedi, I guess he's just disillusioned or something - and they've travelled to a shopping centre looking out for a trader trying to sell off a rare, powerful and very dangerous artefact - one he is quite ignorant about. The pair arrive just as the trader starts calling out for prospective buyers. Several other Sith are there and they start putting in offers, playing the trader for a fool, slowly descending on him and he's beginning to look nervous. So then the Jedi comes up from behind and stamps the authority of the Jedi Order down and just takes the artefact off the trader. The artefact is beginning to rattle and radiate a purple light, and the Sith are angry. The Jedi gets all preachy and all, but realises the Sith are closing in, so he looks to his ally for backup, but his Sith friend has retreated to the nearest lift (or elevator if you will) and refuses to come out. The Jedi marches back to him and starts to order him to come out and help him, but the man just shakes his head nervously, glancing to the Jedi and then to the now glowing and shaking artefact, and then back again. The other Sith of course have now closed in around the pair, but the Jedi's still trying to order the guy to come out. Then he has a moment of realisation as he looks down at the artefact himself and realises it looks ready to explode. After a pause, a brainwave hits him and he tosses the artefact back at the other Sith and dives into the lift with the other guy and quickly closes the door. Outside absolutely all hell breaks loose. Crazy - but strangely near to coherence for one of my dreams...
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