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connorkimbro
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Seoul Korea
Jan 1970
time: 23:31
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i also had a dream one time, much more recently, where i was approaching a large building with my dad, the building was maybe 20-stories, all glass/windows (reflective like) on the outside. i knew the building to be a department store (as in, sometimes in dreams you just know certain things about the dream without dreaming them) . . . anyway, we went up to the 3rd floor of the building, and went around towards one wall, and behind some partitions was my mom, whom had just given birth to my brother. (keep in mind, my brother is only 2 years younger than me, and i had this dream at about 17) . . anyway, it wasn't a normal birth like your thinking. . . she was just standing there, fully dressed. . . and there was a bee flying around her. i knew (in that same dream-knowledge type way) that this bee was my brother. my dad told me "he's gonna fly around you, and land on a part of you. whatever body part he lands on will be his name" . . . and so the bee flew around me and landed on my chest. so his name was "chest"
isn't that pretty odd?
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Pekka
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em seu burro dos pais!
Feb 2002
time: 07:31
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It was weird last night: I got drafted.. Rooskies attacked us. I was all fired up and then I was in the woods, and I snuk behind enemy lines and heard them talking. But it wasn't Russia.. I was confused, so I put the air strike on hold to figure out who are these guys. Then I regocnized that it's some kind of hybrid Finnish-Russian-Estonian mixed up language.
Then Moscow contacted me right there to my satellite phone 'Hjello.. Yes.. Have you been attackjed?' and they told me that they did the same to Russia.. but we figured them out, they were finnish and russian folks who got trapped in second world war and started their own secret tribe, and now they wanted to make the score even with us all by making them suffer, the ones living close to the borders back then. So I attacked the village single handedly, killed whole bunch of people and then I captured the group. But just as I was about to execute them one by one, I kind of felt bad for them.. I even started crying, and they took the opportunity and I became POW. Finland and Russia was about to start a new war because of these losers, and I was prisoner and couldn't report this back to the troops, avoiding the war. Then my interrogators came in and started beating me, and I can't remember how the dream ended or if I started having another dream.. but weird dreams, as usual.
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monolith94
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New England
Jan 1970
time: 00:31
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The first dream that I can remember having, I'm Gandalf again, fighting this evil wizard in this country cottage with Faye. Faye can turn into a dragon, so I'm using that to my advantage. So somehow I use up all the power available to me, and this dude's only stunned. People advice me to go seeking help, so I leave.
I turn back to myself, and go to my bike. I discover that my mom has upgraded it into a motorcycle like think, so I take it onto route 1. It gets a bit out of contrrol, so I steer it into a big pile of soft tires which are at a rest stop. The bike is ruined but I'm ok.
So I still need to get home, so I go around to various cars, looking for a ride. There's this one car, going to Newburyport, and the driver is very genial, so they're letting whoever wants load up. So this person has a stranger in their passenger seat in the front. I'm in the back, in the middle, and there's this mother to my left, and her daughter to the right.
Now, the daughter to the right, I discover, has just finished prospying at Grinnell. I encourage her to come here. She looks like Renée Zellweger and I tell her so. She pouts her lips in a very Renée-like way, and we laugh. I start flirting with her unabashedly (remember that her mother is watching all of this to my left) and she flirts back to an extent. But she is a bit hesitant. She says she finds me a bit too 'smote' (which in this dream universe means that I'm too pleased with myself and my actions, which is certainly a very valid criticism). I'm still feeling good about the whole thing, so I continue on, but her mom tugs my arm and asks me to stop. She's obviously a bit awkward about the whole thing - I conclude in my head that she's got issues about her daughter growing up.
By that time we've reached Newburyport anyway, so I get out, and somehow manage to get her name and info about her (that part isn't quite clear to me).
Now, by this time I've woken up, but I loved that woman so much, I decided to think think think about her until I fell back asleep and continued to dream about her. And, lo and behold, it worked. I went to go visit her at her job - a bed store (FREUD calling, line 1). She was a bit annoyed, but she smiled anyway. I sat on a bunch of beds to try them out while she dealt with customers. This little boy followed me around and sat on them with me, which made me smile.
Anyways, the dream ended there. It felt right.
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Shogun Gunner
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Potomac Falls, Virginia
Oct 2000
time: 00:31
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Okay, I've had a few minutes and I remember one of my dreams from childhood.
I was a little kid and I had to pee. My mom told me to enter the public bathroom and pee in the urinal. I went in by myself. When I was taking care of business (on my tippie toes) the floor opened up - like a trap door in scooby doo - and i slid down a slippery slide for many minutes.
When I finally landed, on the floor right on my butt, I looked in every direction and saw a really bright lab environment. I was shocked to see these tan statues walking over to me, in a really stiffed legged kinda way. They grabbed me and shoved me into a room.
In this tiny room, vines grew out of the walls and pulled my clothes off. I remember being terrified by this - screaming, crying, etc.
When I was completely naked, the vines retracted into the walls and back wall slowly closed, shoving me into the main lab area. The tan statues grabbed me again and shoved me into a vat of what looked and smelled like chocolate. As I tried to climb out, I felt the sticky goo start to harden. Each step became more difficult than the last.
I was able to get out of the chocolate goo, but by my fourth step, I was completely incased in this hardened exterior. With my right leg partially raised in a stepping motion, I tipped over to my right, unable to catch myself. The body shell made a weird *thunk* sound as I hit the floor. For some reason, I could still breath, but I couldn't move a muscle.
The statues walked over and told me to get on this clothesline, but I couldn't. They yelled at me, but I couldn't do what they said, or answer them. I felt so trapped, I cried and eventaully fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was standing (still encased in this hard exterior) in a department store, modeling some clothes. I tried to call out, but to no avail.
This dream still haunts me today.
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MRT144
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Seattle Washington
Oct 2002
time: 21:31
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i was pushing my friend ben down a street in an office chair and then hee rolled onto an onramp on a freeway and then a car totally destroyed him and dragged him for 100 some feet. all he had wrong with him was a bloody nose.
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MRT144
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Seattle Washington
Oct 2002
time: 21:31
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i wish!
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Comrade Tassadar
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I once dreamt that Markos permabanned me.
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05-11-2003 20:42
Thank you. I haven't heard that for awhile now.
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