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phooey:
This is a thread I thought would be kind of awesome, because dreams are kind of awesome and we've had this kind of thread before.

Inspired by this post:

--- Quote from: Tom on 02 Feb 2009, 00:17 ---I had a dream in which the day came when troupes of actors were slaughtered by their understudies, magicians sawn in half by indefatigably smiling glamour girls, cricket teams wiped out by marauding bands of twelfth men and an army of assistants and deputies, the seconds-in-command, the runners up, the right-hand men stormed palace gates rising above their superiors or supposed betters to show that they do in fact count.

--- End quote ---

I liked it, and apparently others liked it, but most importantly, Gilead liked it.  In my time here I have discovered that Gilead's e-boner is like a divining rod for the awesome. 

You guys go first.  Post your dreams.  I would go first but my dream was unremarkable save for the fact that Arnold Schwarzenegger kept mockingly telling Gimli to 'cast magic missile.'

Puki:
Okay---

I had a dream in which my whole family (including me) decided to go...somewhere (don't know). So, we went outside the house and started getting in the car, as I heard some crashing from the house. I ran to the house, and as I tried to unlock the front door, I saw someone standing at the living room window (facing the street) and banging his/hers fist on the glass. I got scared and ran to the car, asking my older brother to come to the house with me to see what is going on, as I was too scared to go alone. As we entered the house, I came to the window to see if there was some clues (okay, it was a dream, it was a logical thing to do), and my brother tripped over the chair and broke the vase standing beside the door.
I looked outside the window and saw myself standing there, looking at myself. I got this terrible feeling of terror and started banging the fist on the window (I  tried to scream, but no words came out) trying to scream to me not to come into the house, but I saw myself get scared and he ran away.
Then I woke up.

That was one of the most awesome dreams I had, like, ever (two weeks ago, or something like that).

ledhendrix:
I've always thought of writing down my dreams every morning, but I've only ever recorded a dream (well two but it was the same night) once because it was so odd and vivid. Here they are.

CRAZY DREAMS

Dream one.

This dream was set in an post nuclear landscape, every was annihilated and it was a pretty bad dream to start with. I was running away from all the destruction and slowly it started getting nicer, but every so often I had to hide, but then I found a pair of antlers in the dust and put them on and people thought I was a deer and left me alone, then I kind of turned into a deer for a bit and was running away from everything as a deer, but more the appearance of a deer, with me hitching onto it as some sort of parasitic mind. Then suddenly the apocalyptic scenery changed into green fields, forests and rivers and I was coming up to a little cottage in the woods beside a river. By this point I'd changed into a bear for no apparent reason. I went to the cottage and there was a little old lady, who back in the day when I was a young bear used to feed me and give me shelter before society as we know it ended.   
I went up to the lady and asked her if I could have something to eat (because of course I was a talking bear) but she was like "NO you turned your back on me all them years ago, your no longer welcome here" and she had a big Alsatian that she set on me. At first I was like "SHIT A FUCKING DOG" then I was like "Wait I'm a fucking bear" and the dog came at my and I was like "I'M A BEAR " and I ripped the motherfucking dog in half and ate it then ran away. For the rest of the dream I wandered about as a bear and did bear things. 

Dream 2.

In this dream I started off on a beach with someone who I'd never met before, but we were hanging around together. We were both in wetsuits, I think we were surfing (not entirely sure). Then we found this bit in the dunes with loads of beach huts and a few familys hanging around. There was a pit dug into the sand that had loads of surfing stuff in it, like wetsuits, boots and bodyboards. There were also realllllly small surfboards (they were like 2ft long)made of the stuff bodyboards are made of. The guy I was with wanted to steal a bunch of stuff but I was like nah don't want to do that cause there were a lot of people about.   
 So I left him to his thieving and I ended up walking to the top of a dune and there was this lady there that had bought a Rhino to guard her camp-site/place with all the huts. I was like "holy fuck rhinos are fucking dangerous" and I got all nervous and ran away. I thought the rhino was going to catch me as it was walking after me, so I hid in a random toilet cubicle and stood on the toilet to get away from it, but it smelt me out and there was just enough gap at the bottom of the cubicle that it managed to get under. Then it stood up on its back legs and started sniffing my face. I was fucking shitting it but the rhino seemed pretty cool and I was getting used to it. Then all of a sudden someone screamed really loudly. The rhino got startled and went mental. It and started swinging its head about  and mauled my face and body to bits with it's big horn then it ran away. I was scared shitless, but the rhino came up to me later and apologised (cause of course rhinos can talk). I was calm and said to the rhino "no worries these things happen man", because my wounds had all disappeared. Then I climbed onto it and for the rest of the dream I was riding on its back. We ended up at some party that was basically like a bigger version of my friends house (he had quite a lot of parties). I was on the rhinos back chatting away to it for ages just wandering about this party. We got to the top of the stairs and there were some bouncers there and they were letting some people past and handing them big bags of fizzy haribo.   
I was like fucking sweet free sweets, and the rhino didn't want his bag so I got two bags of haribo. The rhino somehow managed to get down the stairs and we ended up in a crowded room that had two of my friends in it and a lot of other people.  One of my friends was surprised and was all "holy shit a talking rhino" but by then I just thought it was normal. Then the other friend started play fighting with it and I was like wtf don't fight it its fucking rhino, but it was fine and he didn't get hurt and they were both laughing like crazy and then they ended the play fight and everyone was eating sweets. Was a pretty awesome dream.

valley_parade:
I had a dream last night that the neck on my Telecaster snapped. IN FOUR.

Truss rod and all, SNAPPED. It was really surreal.

Eris:
Sometimes I talk in my sleep, and they generally have something to do with the dreams I am having at the time (I worked this out when I was 5 and called out for mum when I was doing so in a dream). Apparently last night I talked to Ben, and the conversation went something along the lines of:

Me: I should have gotten people to help.
Ben: Help with what?
Me: To touch the stars and make them go off.
Ben: Were they like firecrackers?
Me: Yes.

So, uh, a dream about touching the stars? I don't remember that at all, but it seems I dreamt it at some point last night. Most of my dreams are really vivid, and I will mumble them to Ben while I am half asleep in the morning before they start to fade, but some really stick in my mind. There was one which had a Purple furry Wizard-thing with her blue and green apprentices, which was crazy bright that I can still remember. Also the dream about the serial killer wearing his mother's face as a mask which I mentioned in the old blog thread is still in my head, and would like to write something properly about it one day.

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