Dreams
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Some of my dreams are boring. One time I was looking for wooden dowel rods. No reason that I knew of for such a thing. I wasn't in a hurry and nothing, absolutely nothing happened. I found some rods and walked around with them looking for more.... and that was it.
When I woke up I wondered why I had to remember that one and forget some of the ones that were fun and adventurous that I knew I had but couldn't quite recall enough of to remember. But I remember dowel rod hunts, very dull ones.
I also remember having a dream where I was sitting at a kitchen table sorting pinto beans from stones, that was it. Dullsville Sister!
Well, that explains my dream...I wandered for days trying to find my stolen dowel rods.
Now maybe if you'd have caught me then the dream would have been more interesting. I've never been shot in a dream before.Well, that explains my dream...I wandered for days trying to find my stolen dowel rods.
I was run over by a bus once, but that's a story for another time.
Your dreaming about sorting stones from pinto beans is hilarious.Now maybe if you'd have caught me then the dream would have been more interesting. I've never been shot in a dream before.
I was run over by a bus once, but that's a story for another time.
Arcadevere
Gentle Lady From Brady Hartsfield Defense Squad
I finally remember my second dream today (a while ago actually) (it was so clear that it really scares me to death right now) after accidentally waking up (so my first dream was probably a nightmare because all i remember is I open my eyes so wide while lying on the bed)
Her is my second dream
Her is my second dream
I was in the front of my laptop when it caught virus and weird things happened. Like something was popping up in my laptop (all i know is this happened when you caught a weird omniboxes and beyond viruses, that switch your search bar from google). Something pop up and it contains weird website address and when i opened it, it contains some gorific pictures that was for sale (in my knowledge, this is one of the normal scenario in deepwebs (me and my buddy accessed it many time and we are safe in our many times of logging in there)). I screamed at that time and another tab popped up, another gore image. And when the laptop starts f*cking up by opening lots of tabs with same gorific images. I stand up and rushed going outside the house, but the outside of my house was not the street, it was look like a city about thesky where i can see is a stair descending and some people who took suicide by jumping and hanging. I rushed down below the floating city, but the gorific image taht i saw in my laptop is still in me.
The dream ends when i jump from the stairs of the floating city, and i finally wake up
The dream ends when i jump from the stairs of the floating city, and i finally wake up
Your dull dreams make me laugh.
Now maybe if you'd have caught me then the dream would have been more interesting. I've never been shot in a dream before.
I was run over by a bus once, but that's a story for another time.
I was shot in a dream once when I was about 8 years old. It burned and sizzled and I think that is what it must feel like. Lower back. slo mo.
(my freak sister was probably poking me)
Never been hit by a bus yet. Maybe tonight.
I don't recall precisely when I had the getting hit by a bus dream, but it has been with me for as long as I can remember. I remember being a child standing on the side of the street. I crossed the street then the next thing I knew I was under a bus. I knew I was dead, but I was still seeing the underbelly of the bus. I was wondering why I could still see even though I was dead. Then I remember being really glad it didn't hurt.
Ws it after reading a certain DT book??
Jake
I was invited to this couple's house. I did not want to go but felt it my duty. The lady starts talking about how sick her husband has been since fighting cancer. She then goes on to whisper that they murdered someone. Her husband comes in the room and she whispers to him that she told me of the murder. He runs down the hall. I say I need to use the washroom but instead I run out the door. I know he is gone for his gun to shoot me. Then the race is on. I feel like the gingerbread girl. He finally has me cornered and I wake up....thanks be to God.
I don't remember when I had it but the first time I talked about it was when I was about 6 or so. I must have had it around that time.
I told my mom it didn't hurt to get hit by a bus when she was reminding me to look both ways before crossing the street.
She pressed the issue. She asked questions.
....blowing Z's in Hoss's hair....
Last night I had a dream about a blue bug volkswagon. It was speeding down the road and overturned.
It crashed into a lake. And the occupant was saved. Pulled the occupant out of the car and he was wearing a pig suit, just like one of those avatar spinning pigs here - and danced spinning and shaking head up and down in the water outside of the VW, because he was saved.
So there ya go.
It crashed into a lake. And the occupant was saved. Pulled the occupant out of the car and he was wearing a pig suit, just like one of those avatar spinning pigs here - and danced spinning and shaking head up and down in the water outside of the VW, because he was saved.
So there ya go.
At least it wasn't this creepy pig from the Feed The Pig commercial.
I may have mentioned this previously, but I had a recurring dream when I was about five.
I wake up in my bed next to an evil version of me, and he spends the whole dream trying to kill me in my room. I beg him to stop, but he says he's going to get rid of me in some of the meanest ways he can, if I just let him. Some of the threats he makes, the things he says are words I don't remember even knowing as a five year old boy. A pile of wooden chairs materialize at the foot of the bed, and I mange to throw him under them. Under the pile, back to he wall, he smacks his lips and bursts into flames, calling for help in my voice. The chairs catch the comforter on the bed, which catch the drapes, and we scream for each other as the room goes up. When his screams, which are my screams, turn wet, I know I'm alone.
Then I wake up. When this dream stopped altogether later that year, I remember thinking I was scared of two things: burning and being alone with myself.
I wake up in my bed next to an evil version of me, and he spends the whole dream trying to kill me in my room. I beg him to stop, but he says he's going to get rid of me in some of the meanest ways he can, if I just let him. Some of the threats he makes, the things he says are words I don't remember even knowing as a five year old boy. A pile of wooden chairs materialize at the foot of the bed, and I mange to throw him under them. Under the pile, back to he wall, he smacks his lips and bursts into flames, calling for help in my voice. The chairs catch the comforter on the bed, which catch the drapes, and we scream for each other as the room goes up. When his screams, which are my screams, turn wet, I know I'm alone.
Then I wake up. When this dream stopped altogether later that year, I remember thinking I was scared of two things: burning and being alone with myself.
yips! That's terrifying.