I also dreamed some really REALLY steamy stuff that probably would get me temp-banned if I said it here. But then I died.
Really steamy stuff, huh? People say stuff like that, and their lack of detailing only has me more curious.
Anywho, I dreamed not overly long ago that I worked at this weird high school/megamall hybrid, or maybe a student, I don't remember, but there was one co-ed bathroom in particular that was popular with Goth kids and graffiti artists. All the stall doors had some kind of art on them and the room in general was poorly lit compared to the other bathrooms in the place due to lights being burned out and no custodian being willing to go in there to change them, but ironically, it was somehow the cleanest in the entire complex. Such as the bathroom was, there was one stall in particular rumored to be so cursed that merely opening the door would cause the person who opened it to suffer some most egregious fate including, but not limited to death. And of course, having a cursed bathroom stall, somebody would have to open it, and naturally, because I was in my own dream, I would have to be the person who opened it. Thing is, I didn't die, I was instead posessed by a demon, with whom an extended discussion, in a place created when a mortal human is posessed by a demon, for conversation between the host-body and posessor inside the host-body's own mind, naturally, ensued about exactly whom was in control and what actions the host-body would be taking. After this, I, a demon telling me to do things but not actually making me do them, wandered to a classroom to meet up with a girl I was sweet on, as we had agreed to go to one of the stores on the same floor once her classes were over for the day.
Moral of the story? Either don't let evil spellcasters practice their craft in public bathrooms, or don't let people hybridize high schools wth mega malls. Still contemplating what such a dream could mean.
Last Edit: Aug 5, 2010 11:12:04 GMT -5 by Sheogorath
Ah, Gonzalezu! Kare wa tsuyoi! Kare ni kattara shilubaa pointo!
You just got NINJA'D!
You can't see me. You can't see me. Neither can He. No one can see me.
Post by dirtyyasuki on Aug 5, 2010 21:24:42 GMT -5
I was 16 when I had this dream... It was so vivid it was beyond absurd and vulgar.
I dreamt I was futuristic soldier of a planetary defense corps and war had erupted on the planet (not Earth) where we were stationed. It was us humans against a myriad of alien invaders. What type of aliens, numbers, weapons, technology they employed we the grunts on the ground did not know. We didn't even know if we were winning or not. All I remember of my orders was to hold our positions, which was fortunate for me as I recall because I was stationed with my company to guard the starport which was overseeing mass evacuations of the civilian populace not only because of the war but also because of a massive cosmic storm that was just a few hundred kilometers away from engulfing and destroying the planet.
I had a rank, but I don't remember what it was, I think I was either a corporal or platoon sergeant. Anyway as the dream progressed we oversaw the civilian evacuations, it was altogether a cushy post in the war as far as this soldier was concerned. Everything seemed fine at first, not counting the pink sky wracked by purple lightning, then we were shocked by a wave of explosions that ripped the train of civilians to shreds and that's when the panic and stampede of frightened humanity nearly overwhelmed our neat lines. Behind the civilians, smoke and explosions in front of us I could make out the figures of large green vaguely humanoid aliens that wore powered armor and cybernetic limbs slaughtering the civilians as they drove them towards us. We radioed the situation back to command and requested for orders and immediate support. I remember the cold dread I felt when we were ordered to hold the line and open fire on any civilians in our line of fire. My superior officer gave the order and we opened fire with our tanks and heavy weapons on alien invader and human alike. It was a massacre. I remember myself wishing this was a dream and waking up but the dream didn't end there.
I remember as we maintained our fire we manged to hold the line relatively well enough until something flanked us from behind. I turned around and I saw my platoon being ripped apart by giant alien bugs. They came from the sewers below us. Realizing our position was lost, I yelled to my CO to retreat. He refused at first but when I and the other platoons ignored his commands and started running to our fallback positions four blocks behind ours, he promptly followed. The Bugs and the Green beastly aliens were among our lines by now killing each other as much the humans in their midst. This was no ordered fighting retreat, this was a full rout as I and the survivors of my company ran back to our fallback positions; as we ran past the canyon-like habitations of the city around the starport we defended I noticed small pockets of humans, green beast and bug aliens fighting in the streets and buildings all around us. Suddenly a loud buzzing sound drove us to the ground followed by bursts of hot light and pained screams of dying men. We looked up from the ground thinking we were being ambushed by snipers, but the truth was far worse. We saw sleek black jet-bikes zipping a few stories above us, "skimmers" one of my troopers yelled, racing hover-platforms that were favored by another deadly group of aliens I had heard about in my dream. Their occupants were tall nightmarish black armored fiends who wielded strange weapons that could kill, maim and torture as they pleased. They made a sport of killing us from the air as we desperately tried to fend them off from the ground, like baby mice fending off a hungry playful mountain lion. I remember the screams of troopers as they were the black-armored aliens would occasionally swoop down on their jet-bikes and carry a trooper into the air skewered on their barbed lances laughing as they dangled the corpses in the air before dropping them to fall on top of their living comrades. I yelled to keep running as I kept firing overhead, not caring if anyone else heard or followed me.
Our fallback positions were finally in sight and so was the starport. There were thousands of refugees crowded around it and panic was indeed the order of the day from what I could see as my retreating band approached. As we continued running exhaustively to the relief of our ordered lines, we hailed on loudspeaker to stay where we were or they would open fire on us for cowardice. I thought this was ridiculous and didn't stop running as our alien pursuers were right behind us. At this point our own troops opened fire on the survivors and I couldn't tell if they were firing on us or the aliens behind us. I ducked and crawled my way among debris and smoke to get to our lines, I looked around and the other troopers were too busy firing on the aliens behind to mind the cowards in their midst, I looked around and saw so few of my surviving company or platoon. My CO was no where to be found. I stopped my wondering, shouldered my rifle and opened fire on the aliens before us. I shot at Green beast, Giant Bug or black armored devils I didn't care. I didn't count how many I killed if any... Then as with what happened with our first lines, though we seemed to be holding the aliens back the sky suddenly exploded and turned black. The buildings overhead were obliterated in a shower of debris and smoke blotting out the light from the systems sun, as the ground around us erupted in more enemy mortar fire. Bodies lay everywhere, more aliens swarmed over our ranks. Everyone was shooting,hacking and killing anyone in reach. I was dizzy and I remember thinking I might have been wounded because my vision was blurry. I remember the acrid smells of ozone, soot, explosives smoke and blood. Feeling Death inch closer again I decided I had had enough and quietly stumbled away from the carnage behind me towards to the salvation of the starport.
Once I was there chaos was everywhere... there was no order. Civilians fleeing for their lives were fighting against soldiers who were following orders and trying to protect them and themselves from the threat looming outside. I was dimly aware of shoving my way past the civilians with a pistol in my hand; I forgot how I lost my rifle. I bluffed my way past the troopers guarding the entrances with some endaemonism and bull story about needing to relay an urgent message to command from the front. I remembered thinking command had really fallen apart if they believed we had to rely on messengers at this point or maybe his reaction to the sight of my appearance; bloody, ragged, soot covered and wide-eyed with desperation holding a half-cocked pistol ready to fire and my still visible rank insignia might have convinced him to let me pass instead. But I didn't dwell on the thought too long, I wanted off this god-forsaken rock.
I made it past the landing strips and the boarding platforms onto one of the waiting shuttles. I looked up at the pink and orange sky threaded by super-sonic aircraft fighting one another as bombs and ordinance danced and exploded above us amongst more increasing purple lightning storms. I threatened my way onto a shuttle with my pistol and before too long the shuttle took off. Aircraft were dogfighting and concussive blasts from bombs detonated around us as we left the atmosphere. I could see dozens of warships looming in orbit fighting one another that I could not tell which one's were ours anymore among the aliens ships.
As we pulled further away from the doomed planet I could finally see the great cosmic storm encroaching on the planet. It was impossibly vast and greater than the limited vision afforded by my meager porthole. I sat there transfixed as it slowly consumed and destroyed the planet I had so recently escaped piece by piece. Billions of souls lost to the void of space and all I could feel was numbness and cold dread at the malign sentience I felt from looking directly into the heart of the cosmic storm. An evil that was alive and cunning... as I sat there transfixed by the horrors I had witnessed, that's when I finally woke up in a cold sweat from my nightmare.
Though I never forgot that dream, I didn't think too much on it until three years later when I discovered Warhammer 40k for the first time. I can honestly say that on that day.... bricks were shat.
I had a dream last night that Smallville Season 10 was on, and Clark had to go save someone out in some field in Smallville, and I expected him to wear his season 9 outfit. He instead showed up flying, dressed as Superman, and I had a crazy-foaming guy experience.
Post by Aura of Cruxis on Aug 11, 2010 21:53:44 GMT -5
Oh, yeah! I had one earlier this year when our class was reading The Scarlet Letter. For some reason, I had a dream and this wolf-man were trying to hunt down this lady in a cathedral. She was a plump, short woman clad in a long, elegant rouge dress and she flew about while singing, "Red roses on chamber lain." My wolf-man friend ran about and tried to slash the person. I held a sword but I did nothing with it. I felt as if I were in an anime.
Post by Aura of Cruxis on Aug 19, 2010 23:38:39 GMT -5
I had this dream last night. I became instantaneously famous while I was at a church and then I had to escape. I went to staples and when I looked around, people kept taking pictures of me. I started screaming, "CAMERAS! CAMERAS! CAMERAS!" and I ran into the parking lot. And then people followed me with their cameras.
I had a dream I was on a map that combined the dust, Italy and maybe Aztec maps from Counter Strike fighting a tank from Left 4 Dead. There was also some sort of massive supply dump where the enclosed stair hallway is on the far side of the Italy map with the hostage building right at the top. There were so many tanks.
I had a dream I survived the nuclear apocalypse by hiding underneath a bucket that you put on the boom of a skid loader. I then went to a Ford Dealership to get a mustang to travel to D.C. because I figured that a place so important would have help.