I’m always trying to put a human element to things; they told me once on those crazy personality tests they make you take for college I was some bizarre “empathic extrovert” or some crap years ago. I have to tell you, I feel for those guys.
Forty year old washed out artists drudging to work in their closets every day, then slogging home with their meager paycheck.
“How’d your day go honey?”
“Ssdd, love. I drew this awesome robot, then I had to add tentacles that fire out and penetrated some giant-eyed elf.”
“I swear if I draw another tentacle my arm is going to fall off. Oh, I have to go in on Saturday; the Sailor Uranus project needs touchup.”
“Saturday? But that was supposed to be MY day to be tentacled. The kids are at my mothers all day!”
“Sorry hun, but if I don’t go in, there are six more guys waiting in line to take my place drawing tentacles…”
Well, I dont dream, but stayed up most of the night wishing about a girl, does that count? hehe actually was planning my campaign to take her heart by storm and keep it forever; haha (add a bunch of lights and swirly sparkes and a meglomaniac lear and grin and that will be just about right :) hehe so I dream wide awake.
actually was planning my campaign to take her heart by storm and keep it forever
That sounds awesome, but be careful: If you don't splurge on the good stuff the jar tends to get cloudy.
|
Well, I dont dream, but stayed up most of the night wishing about a girl, does that count? hehe actually was planning my campaign to take her heart by storm and keep it forever; haha (add a bunch of lights and swirly sparkes and a meglomaniac lear and grin and that will be just about right :) hehe so I dream wide awake.
Well, last night, I dreamed that I got married.
I think we're in the same boat, except your experiences are in the conscious mind and mine are in the unconscious.
It’s very rare for me to have a real unguided dream. Yesterday I had a bit of a rough day, and finally conked out for some real rest from 10 pm to 2 am (it was my night off).
I had this crazy dream where I was on a space station, which had been taken over by some sort of hulking shark head alien (in a vac suit) of ambiguous menacing purpose.
There were other crewmembers, but I don’t think I met any of them or interacted with them in any real way. At some point, in an effort to save the station, I grabbed the shark-headed alien’s child and blew us out of an airlock, causing it great anguish. The details are foggy, but somehow I made it back onto the station, where I became deeply engaged in a plan that involved me swallowing pins. Then I woke up and my throat and stomach hurt.
Married; lol; been there done that; but now that it is over and I have started dating am dreaming about my first kiss; that is all; how corny is that; so much for hot dreams; that is a bout as hot as it gets for me; whew; sleep is for wimps; I havnt slept well in days; just wide awake dreaming.
|
|
Married; lol; been there done that; but now that it is over and I have started dating am dreaming about my first kiss; that is all; how corny is that; so much for hot dreams; that is a bout as hot as it gets for me; whew; sleep is for wimps; I havnt slept well in days; just wide awake dreaming.
For a second, I thought that you were referring to MWBeeler's post, and a got a bizarre mental image of an efreet and a giant shark-headed alien getting married. Freaky.
I had a dream last night that I was running in traffic. It was some sort of race, but in the middle of a busy highway. And each lane had its own primary color.
I have to say I was less weirded out by this than the anime. But it was still a break from my normal (ha!) stuff.
...it was still a break from my normal...
This from the puddy tat who plagues our stranger-than-normal threads with saying 'meow?'?
...it was still a break from my normal...This from the puddy tat who plagues our stranger-than-normal threads with saying 'meow?'?
Mrou?
I had a very disjointed dream the other night. Scenes from Alpha Centauri, people I know talking about random things, and splotches of color. A friend of mine called those the "emergency broadcast screens" of my head. I hope it was just a test. No, that was not a joke.
I would think that would make it more story-boardish. And those sorts of dreams might be kinda fun!
So, I came home last night on the verge of a nasty headache, got the wife and son tucked in, put out the trash, brought in the Christmas stuff from the family, and crashed on the futon. Sure enough, dead tired, I had a real dream:
-------
I’m working at Best Buy and I know it’s my first day. An old coworker of mine from way back is working there too, and my manager is an actor I recognize (but can no longer remember). The manager tells me he needs to have a meeting with me now or right away, to which I say ok. At that moment, the coworker hands me a sales-sheet-tablet-thing and says with a smirk, “Here you go, first big sale of the day!”
So, I’m leading the customers (a Russian or Slavic man and his wife, who I cannot make out but I think is wearing a stole) to the frozen food section (in Best Buy, hey, don’t ask, it’s a dream), and I make a comment about ice. He says something I don’t catch, and when I ask him to repeat himself, he says, “I lived over a pier for X years (x being 5 or 7, I forget which),” to which I reply, “That’d do it.”
Looking at his paperwork, and at the food, I realize we have the butter, but not the macaroni and cheese. I go to write him a rein check for the mac & cheese, and the dream ends.
---------
I have to say, that makes no freaking sense at all. Still, it was nice to have a dream, and my headache finally went away.
I recently had a dream where something stuly terrifying was happening in some dream within my dream. I was moaning in my sleep about it, and spent most of the dream being woken up by someone and falling back asleep. In the dream, I was really annoyed about being inturrupted from the other dream, because there was something important about dreaming it, I think. I have no recollection of the details, though. I hate that.
For some reason, I was back in high school (this qualifies as a nightmare), and was taking a philosophy class. In my dream, I was going "Woo-hoo, Descartes and Socrates, yeah! <insert sarcasm here>" but that's when things got interesting. The teacher writes "That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die." on the chalkboard, and proceeds to ask the class where it came from. Mind you, he's written it in the "original" language, which for some reason I know. I wave my hand frantically around, doing the "Pick me pick me!" routine, and teacher does the classic pick everybody but you, when finally he got to me, and I say the couplet in the appropriate tongue.
That's when Olangru (yeah, from the Savage Tide AP) showed up. I woke up going "WTF?" around 5am this morning.
Interesting new study on dreams (poor rats).
Maybe that nasal spray wasn't the best investment after all...
Interesting new study on dreams (poor rats).
Poor rats indeed! That is cruel!
Interesting new study on dreams (poor rats).Poor rats indeed! That is cruel!
What a waste of some perfectly tasty roasted rats...
Glad to see this thread return. Think it must be the giant snow storm coming, last night was the first time I dreamed in ages. Crazy stuff too. In my wife's dreams, Dream Mike is always a giant a-hole.
