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Weird dreams you've had
Papersatan:
Just had one of my memories that was really a dream.
I ran across this photo online:
And I thought "Yeah the milky way was really pretty last night. and then they way Jupiter showed up and you could see the storm and the rings on Saturn... wait. That is not a thing that happens... Also, I haven't been far enough away from a city to see the stars in months, and after I saw the planets I ran into a building with funny staircases and a stage, and I was hiding, from what? doesn't matter that that didn't happen either." Fuuuccck you brain full of dreams.
LTK:
I dreamt about storks. Thousand of storks, flying everywhere, in gardens, through windows, open doors, trees, buildings, everywhere.
I fed one peanut butter. Because my dreaming brain believes that every living thing likes peanut butter.
Asterus:
My dreams always seem to play out in extremely disturbing ways. Usually they swing between two themes; me getting chased and/or killed, or some weird Paprika-esque sequence that transitions without warning. I can only assume that it's indicative of my self hatred and my suspicion that nothing is actually real XD On a brighter note, I've become quite proficient at kicking myself out of dreams, and if I ever end up making indie games, I'll have no lack of inspiration for "quirky" ideas.
Sorflakne:
--- Quote from: LTK on 28 Nov 2012, 12:50 ---I dreamt about storks. Thousand of storks, flying everywhere, in gardens, through windows, open doors, trees, buildings, everywhere.
I fed one peanut butter. Because my dreaming brain believes that every living thing likes peanut butter.
--- End quote ---
There are many, many...many babies in your future :P
Thrillho:
I've had a fever later and I've been having some batshit hallucinatory dreams that I keep forgetting as soon as I wake up (as I always have with my dreams).
However I've vaguely remembered a couple.
One is where I was the leader of some kind of organised crime network localised entirely within my own bedroom. As in, I was asleep in bed, and that was it running fucking PERFECTLY. Every time I tossed or turned, BAD SHIT WENT DOWN.
The other one was the head of health and safety from where I work coming to my flat to assess the mould problem. He said that the job would normally cost £6000 to fix, but for me, as a favour, he'd do it for £6200.
...Yup.
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