I think I figured if I didn't go, they'd just keep showing up at my doorstep with that forlorn look that I imagine literally every Amish person to have.

I think I just imagine them looking like Weird Al.

I dreamt I was riding a roller coaster. It was all cool, I woke up happy, but now I really want to go to cedar point.

Last night, I had a slice of pizza and chicken lo mein for supper - I should have realized that was going to be the gateway to crazy dreams. I had a very detailed dream in which I was watching an episode of Seinfeld I hadn't seen before in which Jerry had to deal with an unscrupulous car dealer. As Jerry was looking over a car, the dealer confided in him that he hated foreigners, especially Jews. Seinfeld raised his eyebrows and said, "Yeah, you gotta keep an eye out for those Jews, don't you? They get everywhere." Then the dealer said, "In this dealership, it's 'watch out, Juden!'" Then that pop-bass line played and it went to commercial.

After the commercial, Jerry convinced a judge friend of his from Connecticut to buy a car there. In the dealership, Jerry told the dealer that the judge was actually a Jewish guy from England: "He's DOUBLE trouble!" The dealer thanked Jerry and went into action, selling him the biggest lemon on the lot. After the judge signed the papers to buy the car, Jerry ran up to the dealer in a panic.

"What's wrong?" asked the dealer.

"Turns out he's not a Jewish guy from England! He's a rich guy from Connecticut! It's hard to tell the difference. You didn't sell him a lemon, did you?"

"I... I just did!"

Just then, the judge gets into his car and notices the faults. He yells, "HEY! THIS IS A PIECE OF JUNK! I'M GONNA SUE YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU GOT!"

Horrified, the dealer turns to Jerry, mouthing, "I didn't know..."

Jerry offers no solace. As the closing music plays, he glares at the dealer and says, "You race traitor!"

Had a dream that I put my dog down, like I was actually the one to inject her. She was lying down, tongue out, tail wagging, and she kept nodding off. That dream smurfing sucked.

In my dream I was in a dorm with a couple of friends and my ex.

There was a rooftop chase in the rain.

Then she offered my a million bucks to essentially forget her.


Of course I said no.


I hate dreams.

in my dream my computer worked

@#$&@$!#%(^!

I dreamt Gordon Ramsay cooked chicken cordon bleu for me. I could taste it. ZOMG it was awesome. Thank you, Chef Ramsay!

had a dream where i was convinced my grandmother had been murdered and i had finally put together the facts of the case and figured out all the evidence to solve her murder. when i woke up, i was just getting to the precipice of unraveling it, so i pressed snooze on the alarm and went back to bed. the incriminating evidence was something i found in the wreckage of the house implicating her neighbor. i woke up and showered and wondered what i would do with this new realization. then i realized my grandmother died peacefully in her sleep a year and a half ago and there was absolutely no wreckage or any particularly pressing opportunity for anyone to engage in foul play.

... whoops.

Last night's dream was incredible, upsetting, and unbelievably vivid. It's weirdest feature is that I basically lived 3 weeks of a slightly altered life in summer, in a town near here. Time seemed to pass normally, which is the other and weirdest part. I went about my business with my friends (a different group than I have now, some new some old), slept, dreamt, woke up and lived out a seemingly very different life.


One of the craziest experiences I've had in my life, ever.

Long story short, I get a message from my ex saying she was killing herself and it's my fault in the dream. Then I notice a convenient (and green camo painted?) handgun sitting at my desk, I reach for it and then jolt awake.

I feel smurfing awful right now.

:/ That's a terrible dream. You're the man iMatt, don't worry on it.

I had a dream that the debator was an armed guard, and he and a few others were guarding Fidel Castro (as a prisoner), who was just chilling on a couch in my colleges lounge. We're sitting there chattin it up with Castro, and somehow Anonymous comes up. Castro turns and looks me in the eyes, and in a very serious voice says, "You know, it's not the government that worries me, it's Anonymous. I want to understand why they hate me so much. That's why I got milk, to understand them." His eyes get wider. "I think they're spraying milk in the air!" (like some people think the government is spraying chemicals in the air to control us or something). And then he can't keep a straight face anymore and we all are dying laughing. Then I was going to get on here and tell everybody how awesome Castro was, but then I woke up and realized I had been dreaming...and I was kinda upset. Castro was a really cool guy in that dream.

eh's a pretty coool guy

Maybe I need to stop listening to Philip Glass as I go to sleep. The night before I dreamt some long, weird, incredibly complex thing that ended with me giving my girlfriend an engagement ring with the biggest diamond I've ever seen.

I have been having a lot of disturbing dreams recently

I've started recording them in a file on my computer, and writing them out makes them feel even more...troubled


First part of last night's dream involved my friend and I trying to get out of someone's apartment, but having the owner find us hold us at gunpoint

The second part, I was walking down the sidewalk and soon found myself stepping around dead bodies of decaying, mutilated kittens



:[

I had a dream last night that I was directing a high school musical.

I had a great piano player. Don't know what I would have done without her.

all my dreams last night were about getting food in my dining hall, but i kept waking up before i got to eat it. currently working on a real-life cheese burger.

Had a dream that my parents agreed to help pay for me to go back to Embry-Riddle for a semester to try to improve my GPA. Was taking piloting lessons, got to see all my friends, was even commuting back home every weekend. Waking up was smurfing depressing.

I had a dream that my dog was part-otter and could breathe underwater. I have no idea what triggered it.

This is why you shouldn't take dreams too seriously. I've dreamed about some seriously messed up stuff that I'm not going to get into describing (though it hasn't happened as much lately), but I don't let them influence my waking thoughts or the way I lived my life, which is a very good decision.

On a lighter note, I had a dream recently that I was at Mass at Dartmouth's Catholic student center and the priest was cloned. As in there were two copies of him sitting a few feet apart from each other.

I wouldn't think as much of it if these weren't part of a series of disturbing dreams

A week before, I dreamed that I was serving a family a dinner made from their recently deceased pet dog, serving the meat with my hands, and explaining why it was justified to the children in some "way of life" speech

Before that, a dream where my mother confessed that my father was abusing her, showing me and my brother the gruesome scars on her back

Plus like four or five others from that month...

I'm just...wondering why it's going on


And when it will...quit it

My car wheel was stuck in something in the driveway so I kept forcing the car out until I reached the street, and when I got out there were these rabbits around me, all different, and then someone came up to me with this one rabbit who looked so deformed, and I realized that this rabbit had been caught in the wheel, and I felt so terrible, and the person told me it was still alive, and I took the rabbit and cradled it close to my chest and neck and started back into the house hoping and praying he would pull through



maaake it stoooooooop

I dreamed that I was out on the river with my family in the summer and heard a suspicious noise come from the direction of the airport. I swam back to where I had a view of the city, and saw that the airport appeared to have blown up and all the tall buildings were leaning over against each other. Problems with this dream:

1. Fairbanks does not actually have any buildings tall enough to see from the river.
2. You cannot swim up the Tanana River because it has a current of approximately 4.5 miles per hour.
3. Fairbanks is the last airport on Earth that any terrorist would care about blowing up.

This dream may have somehow been influenced by the power outage around 4:45 AM that caused the smoke detector to make intermittent loud beeps. I don't know...

Are you eating right before you go to sleep? I know that my friends used to do so and they had really gnarly dreams.
Also, have you talked to a counselor/therapist/other person? They may have ideas for some sort of comfort.

I had another dream about my dog. This time, she was around 4 ft. tall and slept in my bed while I slept on the floor. Much more mediocre of a dream than others.

I had a dream where I was living in some crazy awesome treehouse village and this guy comes and tries to take it over after ingratiating himself with everyone else. So I fight him and at the end we both fall off and I end up using him to break my fall.

I win the action movie?

Edit: He was totally evil, some sort of eldritch horror or some such.

Not eating before bed...pretty sure it's anxiety-driven, but now that I'm on break, that should stop, right?...

Last night I was leading a siege on a castle, but everything was child-themed...specifically, I remember soccer balls being used as weapons, and at one point the opposing leader tried to call for us to step down and I poured a bottle chocolate syrup on his head in defiance

Waking up, I found some humor in it

Until I remembered that I killed people

to quote one of our great american role models, ohio state football star terrelle pryor, (and piss off wdb) you need not worry:

not everybodys the perfect person in the world. i mean everyone kills people, murders people, steals from you, steals from me, whatever.

I see nothing wrong with that quote as long as OSU beats Michigan.

Weirdest dream ever....
Highlights include playing racquetball with my dad (without a racket), watching the girl who friendzoned me fall in love with someone, someone trying to convert me to catholicism, dying, coming back as a "ghost", some kind of road trip.
What
the
smurf?

Just had a dream where I had installed a new shower. The shower kept activating on its own, which made examining the work done for completeness rather difficult, to say the least. Very comical and instead of getting mad at the shower, I kept an eye on it and did that gesture of "I'm watching you" with pointing at my eyes and then pointing at the shower.

Dreamt I was cleanshaven and found my sunglasses.


This is obviously what my subconscious wants most of all.

my new med has me dreaming again. and you know what that means: weird dreams.

i was kevin durant. that was the first part of it. i was doing a brutal running workout somewhere in DC, near richmond, on this google-map-in-my-head defined area. haters did not like me for some reason. i went to a local diner and just got stares from everyone, it was very creepy. so apparently there were points being given for out-eating everyone in a diner. 4 meals to 7, it was like the eating playoffs only if you won the eating playoffs you got home court advantage in the real playoffs. so i went to panda express, kobe went to steakhouse, etc. i ordered what i usually ordered but the panda express people were dumb and didn't listen so i had to double-pay. i ate all of it and felt bloated, like i should go work out again, but i was feeling threatened because some guys with guns were there. so i ran out of the place at breakneck speeds, only to be trailed by three guys in cars. since i was kevin durant i was really fast, and was able to outweave one car, and then shake another, but that still left one and the dude had a gun.

so finally i decide to climb up a wall and jump into a bad neighborhood to lose this guy. i jump the wall to a bad neighborhood and land on a roof, and basically collapse the house -- i run as the house owner starts shooting at me apologizing for destroying his house. i keep running until i get to this ghetto mansion, with the whitest owner alive. h wants to be best friends with me because im kevin durant but i don't like posers so i tell him no basically. he is sad, but then he rips this paper duck that was very important to me and throws it on the ground. and i just get totally disconsolate. i try to leave with the pieces but he keeps ripping it out of my hands, and it blows away, and he tells the person who catches it that the pieces were never part of a duck at all. and in the dream i just start crying and walk away, so sad about this paper duck. while he stalks me for years and belittles everything i believe and say.

don't remember much else. do remember bringing my water filter hundreds of miles only to find it was moldy/not worth fixing by a group of my high school friends. that was sad. lorin was putting moss and sour cream in his hair. that... that is sort of weird actually. huh.

BUT DID YOU GET HOME COURT ADVANTAGE????

it was hard-fought, but i think i won in a tight 7 meal series.

First off, I am going to internethug Roffles for the loss of the paper duck. Is it weird that I find that to be the saddest part of his dream?

Second, I had a rather strange dream that made me miss my Cognitive Psychology class, though I think it was just as well since it involved the Professor from that class.

My friends and I were playing Dungeons and Dragons in the classroom right next to my CogPsy classroom. My Professor walks in and claims that he needs to also use the room for a meeting that is going to start soon, but he tells us we can stay. Over a short time span, he and I end up sitting next to each other kind of against a wall of the room. He starts talking about a bunch of Pink Floyd stuff and I look and see that we're both wearing Pink Floyd shirts (the one I was wearing was pretty cool: it was a fire-pig riding a rainbow going through a hole in The Wall). After the ensuing PF nerd-out, he does a couple of mildly inappropriate things, starting with poking me in the chest and ending with just plain groping. I try to shake it off and pretend it was an accident or something (I try to be very non-confrontational) but then my entire D&D group sees it and starts laughing. I sort of am confused, give them a weird look and walk outside and end up in a waffle house (not the actual restaurant) where I proceed to sit with my CogPsy professor, eating waffles and talking about how Led Zeppelin compares with Pink Floyd. We concluded that while Led Zeppelin is quite awesome, that we both liked Pink Floyd and their drugged out insanity more, talking about Syd Barrett.

I had a bad day at work yesterday.
Then I dreamed about working all night.
And now I have work in an hour and a half.


smurf everything.

Kagerou, I suppose I could understand liking the drugged-out insanity more...BUT IT'S ZEPPELIN. Nothing can beat the epic awesomeness of Zeppelin. They invented awesome, the concept.

I know this and resent it.

Pink floyd had better album covers, but Zep is probably slightly more awesome.

You guys

Pink Floyd invented Epic

Zep invented Awesome.

Apples and Oranges.

THANK YOU, dizzyizzy.

They're for different moods, guys. I just like being creeped out by The Wall.

Burned out on Floyd a while ago, can still handle Animals from time to time and Dark Side of the Moon on special occasions. But other than that it's all just pretty old.

Man, like three computers ago my play counts on all the Floyd I had were ridiculous. But I just burned out on most of it, moved on. Still listen occasionally, mainly during certain mental states. Nothing to do with mainsteam. I listen to tons of Zep (just really got into them last summer after knowing their music but not liking it that much for a long time), who are arguably as mainstream/well known. Beatles too.

Zeppelin has been the one band that's been with me for years without getting too old, I always find something new in their songs. Right now I'm in love with my copy of Physical Graffiti. I had a Floyd phase hit around sophmore year of highschool, I can no longer stand Dark Side, and I feel so meh about The Wall. WYWH and Animals are the two that I still loooove though, Animals especially.


Dream Time, and it wasn't horribly depressing, dark, or even scary!

I was at work with all of my friends (who also now work with me, apparently), and it's late-ish at night and completely dead, my friend Luke was in charge that night, and after doing a few things to pass the time (among them acting out street-fighter fights), he decides to close the whole store early. Over the PA he announces "I am closing the store before 12 tonight, everyone get out or the lights will go out and the doors will lock on you.". In the meantime I am desperately trying to stop this, as he would definitely lose his job and maybe have a lawsuit, and that would make his mom mad (my reasoning). He then tells me "No, don't think about that, live in the present sir", then he shoves all of us (20+ people) one by one out the doors, and suddenly we're in the store-garage (non-existent).

This mystical lounge is part swanky hangout and part garage, I was never before so in love with a dream-room. Out of the shadows comes a work-friend person, she grabs my face and rubs her hands on my cheeks. Apparently her hands had some sort of crazy Poison Ivy-esque hallucinogen transfer serum on them, and suddenly everyone's faces become chrome and purple-orange. That's the best way I have of describing it. It was odd. My other friend, Megan, who is also employed there with me in the dream, comes and washes my face off with "Dr. Bronners Anti-Hallucinocream" (there's a market for this, maybe), thus ending my suddenly superweird dream-trip. For her heroism I call out our manager, Mary. She emerges from a stasis-tube in the floor and promotes Megan to asst. manager.

I wake up.

Dear Jesus I want your dreams

This dream happened to me yesterday during a nap. I rarely remember dreams but this one was very vivid, and extremely believable despite its occasional absurdity.

I was on a bus heading toward California, and for some reason it had a bunch of people from Duke on it. I only remember three that I recognized: my friend, Adam, who's a pretty outrageous dude, and two girls, one who caught my eye a while ago and who I always see around campus but have been too afraid to talk to, and her friend who happened to be right next to me at the Mountain Goats concert I went to recently. Anyway on the bus someone started singing No Children (I was listening to music IRL and I'm guessing that's how it came up) and for some crazy reason I took the most uncharacteristic action possible: I stood up in the aisle of the bus and started singing loudly and went over by where the two girls were sitting. Don't remember exactly what happened at that point but anyway the bus then got to California.

The only way that I know it was California outside just a general sense I had was that connected to the building we were delivered to was my back porch which has a little table and a couple of chairs. The only thing I remember about the building besides that is that it had a really nice basketball court. Anyway I played a game of basketball then went to get something to drink and saw Adam out on the back porch with the girls. Again uncharacteristically, I went out and joined them and started talking with the girls, which is a pretty big deal because I haven't had a real conversation with a female in about 5 months now. The girl I like was friendly and receptive, not like instantly in love with me or anything, but it was a good start. Then I went back in and played some more basketball.

I woke up and for a brief instant I was very happy because I'd finally broken through and talked to this girl and I had overcome my fears, doubts, whatever about being outgoing and all. Then I looked around and realized I was all alone in a room in the library, at the end of the worst week of my life, and that girl still didn't know my name. I wanted so badly to go back to sleep and stay there.