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Weird dreams you've had
Gyrre:
--- Quote from: de_la_Nae on 28 Aug 2019, 07:02 ---it's fading away now, but a warning, a prophecy of sorts in the context of the dreaming story, that's still with me for now.
"1947 is coming. You can't stop it. Make your peace with it."
something like that, anyway
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George Orwell probably: 'Close enough. Please pay attention to what happens next.'
PrestigiaPrestigiatortor:
I had a dream of having all my toilets all made by gold, quite a strange dream.
cybersmurf:
Well, dreams of the Golden Throne kinda look different in my mind... Anyways, all toikets golden? That is indeed unusual.
Gyrre:
--- Quote from: cybersmurf on 17 Aug 2020, 02:05 --- Well, dreams of the Golden Throne kinda look different in my mind... Anyways, all toikets golden? That is indeed unusual.
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Ugh. Just remembered That recurring nightmare. The one where the toilets are hidden as weird things like regular chairs or fancy padded bar stools or frikkin' kiche cabinets. I almost always have to go to the bathroom IRL when having one of those nightmares. Though, it's preferable to the labyrinth of toilets stalls, each getting prgressively more decrepit and grody and constantly being interrupted nightmare.
N.N. Marf:
For some reason, toilets are always really weird in my dreams. Often, there's insufficient privacy (not that public toilets in this our reality are especially private---the one's in my dreams are less so). Sometimes, the seat is about half as tall, or it's in a recess around a corner, parallel to the main wall, so that there's no room in front of it for the legs. Just last night, I dreamt needing to bathe, covered in mud or some sludge, from the street into my neighbor's home---quite swanky, yet garden level---for some reason, the entire bathroom, abutting their (yet empty, crisp as hotel bedsheets) bedroom flowing doorless from the kitchen, had glass walls. Not only the internal partitions---all the walls between the bathroom and bedroom. (Who am I to kinkshame?) For some reason, despite telling me that, yes, it was quite OK to use the bath, he neglected to tell me about the lack of means for privacy---which would have been fine, trusting the gracious host to not peep, if not for the other fact that, right after I finished inspecting the bathroom, a party, just beginning, a probably half-century of gregarious personalities none affected by the nude sludgèd of my stature examining the glasswall bathroom from in their host's bedroom, started streaming in and through, out the kitchen vomitorium.
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