The (Sexy) Dream Thread!

[thewave]

Paragraphs Mother fucker! >_>

[Tails82]

I did. >_>

[thewave]

More than one or two paragraphs!

[Tails82]

What does it matter, it's the same amount of words.
And if it's a stream of consciousness thing there aren't many natural divisions

[Chromeo]

Stream of conciousness? What is this, a feminist novel?...

[Tails82]

Since when was it a feminist thing?

[Tails82]

Somebody burst through my door and told me to go outside and they had a bunch of people going around in a line inspecting everything that looked suspicious.

[thewave]

Wow. I happen to remember a dream, and it's a crazy one.

So I had everything set up to go to a furcon in Germany. All I had to do was to take the train. But it wasn't a normal train, it was a train that could fly, like it was actually a plane.
The train went to Hausburg, Germany. Even though it was Germany, I wasn't sure if it was Hausburg. So some people I know quickly went to check if it was the right train, while I kept staying in the doorway to stall the train.

Then someone shouted to me, it was from the roof of the train (yes, the roof of the train was the second floor you could walk on), and I walked to the roof. Of course, this means I wasn't in the doorway stalling the train anymore, so the train started moving. It ascended exactly like a plane.
The people I know ran towards the train and shouted something to me that I couldn't hear. Then someone, that I never looked directly at and thus never saw him, gave something to me and said that I always have to keep with me.

Then the train was in the air, and flew out of a cliff/cave, revealing an endless stormy sea before the train.

There wasn't anyone but me and someone else on the train. The other person said something about everyone being turned into dark matter as I walked to the front of the train. Then I saw something on the floor. It was a lot of small, black orbs. The person said that was the supposed dark matter the people turned into, and I was in there somewhere. Then I saw a red orb, which was supposed to be me. I took it and looked at it, giving me an odd feeling of loneliness, but also one of that I have to do it. Whatever "it" was.

Then the train flew into the sea, and I had to swim up. Then I woke up.


Strange things of the dream worth noting:
- Hausburg is an existing motel in Germany, even though I've never heard of it.
- "The people I know" are actual people I know well irl.
- The "something" that was given me when the train started moving looked a lot like an candy I always loved when I was little.
- The dark matter is an existing science thing which I read about yesterday, but it gave me more of a feeling that it was an item of a minecraft mod.
- The person who told me about the dark matter gave me an odd feeling like it was a person from the game Solatorobo
- The black and red orbs looked a lot like those Napoleon candy, which I ate recently:
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- The ending was pretty much the same of a minecraft youtube vid I've seen yesterday.

Crazy shit dude.

[Tails82]

I'm remembering some more of last night's dream. It also involved me driving around an abandoned old diner and getting a nosebleed.

[Tails82]

I was in a dimly-lit store with grey floors trying to buy something but I didn't have enough money.

[Tails82]

I was in a old-timey Spanish prison. They put me behind a metal meshy thing and I had to keep my arms up clinging to the top of it as punishment. I could try to make an escape from the room, the metal didn't encircle me all the way. But the door was probably locked and they were trained to kill people if they tried to make a run for it. Later on two of the guards were talking in my room: the king had decided to hold a stick-splitting contest, and the winner who managed to split a stick in half the most times would be granted knighthood. I begged them to let me enter because if I became a knight I would no longer have to live in prison. They laughed and agreed to it, because they thought it would be funny to see me lose.
The competition was held in my front yard. There were a couple muscular guys training. My brother decided to enter and started breaking sticks in half as practice. He told me to find the best stick for the contest so I went looking. I found a newspaper and started ripping that in half because I heard rumors that it was not a stick-splitting contest, but a newspaper tearing contest instead. Turned out it was neither. It was a brawl challenge to see who could get the furthest in new subspace emissary labyrinths. My younger brother and I went up against each other and got to the 4th level, then we lost at the same time due to a random explosion. We got 2001th place which was pretty good because 100 million people had competed.
So then I took a trolley into a city, I think it was Los Angeles. There was a museum and the doors I went through looked like they were supposed to be off-limits but I had to go through them to find my way out the other side of the museum. There were exhibits like a crater filled with a ball pit in the middle to simulate lava. Stuff was on the wall saying dont fall in the lava because if it was real you could burn yourself. There was a video of a kid putting his arm in lava and it came out all red and looked sunburnt.
Then at the end I had 2 options: have a fight with a grizzly bear or escape from a grizzly bear hunter who had gone insane and started attacking humans. There were hints on the wall saying how each one could be defeated. But then an executioner showed up and said I got the death penalty for trespassing. The new options were either go through the right door and get shot, or go through the left door and hang myself. I told him I wouldn't pick either so he got mad and tried to ax me. But then a wealthy businessman came out of one of the doors and said the executioner was under arrest for cruel and unusual punishment. He walked us out through one of the doors and I was on the front porch of one of my old babysitters, only the house was made of wood now. Then another guy ran out of the front door, apparently it was the museum curator. The businessman started taking shots at the guy, so I decided he was nuts and I had to get out of there. When I ran he started shooting at me too but missed and ran out of bullets.
I ran through some trees and roughly to where my street should be. But instead there was a new, smaller village of wooden houses wedged in between the streets that I never knew about. It was a town secret.
Then a bunch of mini zeppelins began dropping TVs on the town, tuned into a news channel. My mom was on the channel and saying the crazy businessman was wanted for shooting at people randomly. He was having a fight with the museum curator over funds but my mom said the curator had done nothing wrong and the businessman was making up Democrat lies. So the businessman lost in court and he went crazy, that's why he was shooting at everyone.

[Preventing Google Doxxing]

Living the dream.

[Tails82]

[Tails82]

I remember trying to type in google but every time I tried I messed up with a bunch of gibberish. Then I was driving somewhere

[Pyro ᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ✔]

For the last month or so I've been waking up in the middle of the night thinking someone is in my room.

Sunday night I woke up and moved my purse under my bed so they would not steal if and then I went back to sleep. Last night I woke up and said to them "GO AWAY!" then I realised I just said go away and then I tried to fake cough in case my room mates heard any noise but I don't think they can hear from my room.

So in conclusion I am going crazy.