Talk about strange dreams you've had, either recently or in the past.

Last night I dreamt I was in Iraq with a group of classmates.

We found Iraq had been taken over by communists! Our government wasn't telling us because it was too embarassing.

I had a really strange dream about MrEricSir a few months ago.

Eric, Diptera and I were hanging out at Diptera's house. Eric had left his cell phone in the other room, and it started ringing. Actually, not really ringing; it was some crazy future phone that had a personality, and could talk. It was yelling from the other room, "Eric, you have 18 new messages. Do you want to hear them now? Oh, and you downloaded some sex last night. How was it?" Eric started blushing and got up, telling his phone to shut up.

I woke up laughing.

The end.

Downloadable phone sex? That's not embarrassing, that rocks!

I had a dream last june that I was married to Mussolini and was having an affair with a blonde guy called Joe. I had a 2 year old kid with Muss but it looked like Joe as it had blonde hair. So anyways I'd secretly meet Joe and Muss would get suspicous and get his mafia men to follow me. One day I finally decided to run off with Joe when I was shot by a lady assassin in a wedding dress. Joe started crying and put a pic of me on the wall lol.

that was the end of my dream.

MrEricSir wrote:

Downloadable phone sex? That's not embarrassing, that rocks!

Also, when I told Diptera about it, he said, "Oh, Eric wouldn't get embarrassed about that kind of thing."

gash wrote:

I had a dream last june that I was married to Mussolini and was having an affair with a blonde guy called Joe. I had a 2 year old kid with Muss but it looked like Joe as it had blonde hair. So anyways I'd secretly meet Joe and Muss would get suspicous and get his mafia men to follow me. One day I finally decided to run off with Joe when I was shot by a lady assassin in a wedding dress. Joe started crying and put a pic of me on the wall lol.

that was the end of my dream.

Have you tried to fact check the dream?

In this one dream I was at flying camp. Basically, you put on life-jacket-like things that let you float about two feet off the ground. You're supposed to learn how to fly by getting used to one of those. So I was feeling particularly rebellious, and got thinking "Hey, I can fly without those life-jackets!"

So I took off running, jumped and dove arms out (total commitment to flying) and just ate shit, but before it could hurt, I woke up from falling outta the bed.

gash wrote:

I had a dream last june that I was married to Mussolini and was having an affair with a blonde guy called Joe. I had a 2 year old kid with Muss but it looked like Joe as it had blonde hair. So anyways I'd secretly meet Joe and Muss would get suspicous and get his mafia men to follow me. One day I finally decided to run off with Joe when I was shot by a lady assassin in a wedding dress. Joe started crying and put a pic of me on the wall lol.

that was the end of my dream.

In my humble opinion and from what I remember from my history classes, mafia wasn't really on the side of Mussolini, they actually fought the guy in a way similar to the "résistants" did in France, with a kind of secret society that was against socialist totalitarism like Mussolini's and Hitler's.

But I could be wrong. 

You're probably right, Mafias are independent businesses.

Tirobir wrote:

gash wrote:

I had a dream last june that I was married to Mussolini and was having an affair with a blonde guy called Joe. I had a 2 year old kid with Muss but it looked like Joe as it had blonde hair. So anyways I'd secretly meet Joe and Muss would get suspicous and get his mafia men to follow me. One day I finally decided to run off with Joe when I was shot by a lady assassin in a wedding dress. Joe started crying and put a pic of me on the wall lol.

that was the end of my dream.

Have you tried to fact check the dream?

Nope, I don't know how to. Apart from those shit books. Anyway that dream was in June i'm sure whatever it was predicting already happened.

Predicting? I mean to check if it was a past-life recall.

I have a link I found if you'd like it.

Oh yeah so there were there were other elements to this dream but the most interesting thing to share is this:
I was in a big warehouse store and waiting for a friend to finish shopping. I was mostly just browsing towards the front of the store. All the while, I decided to roll on my shoes as if they were skates. I was fully aware that they were my regular leather shoes and that they didn't have wheels. I even pretended to move in a manner that wouldn't look too odd. I forgot to slide at the ground though, like the way you kick off on skates. So I just coasted around like a ghost in a movie.
I went up to a woman my age at the returns/service counter and chatted with her. I told her how you could roll with your shoes just by willing it and that it was great.

The street cars in my neighborhood were shut down and they're running buses instead while they replace the tracks (this part is true.)

I was walking up the street to see a movie, and saw a train go by. I noticed that it was driving on the pavement with metal wheels. It was completely out of control and kept hitting cars.

I found a manager to complain to, but unfortunately he was a humanoid robot and only cared about lubricating his own joints.

Some authorities from my elementary school were after me. I had to find a hideout, so I ran to a park near my house and climbed down into the river bed.

I discovered there was a hidden opening that lead to a series of halls and rooms underneath the park. It looked like a well maintained but abandoned shopping mall.

Was this at Wanna Borrones?

No, it was at a school between Hoover/Baron Park Elementary and Bol Park. There isn't really a school there.

You should start building one there then.

Anyone ever had a lucid dream?

I remember one, where I was walking down a street, only all the backgrounds seemed to be 2 dimensional (like in The Truman Show) and all the buildings were cardboard. I was about to tell a friend about this when the bike he was walking (yes, it was on a leash) started to transform.

I was like "No wai!" and pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. Upon feeling nothing (which is a really odd sensation in itself) I thought "wow, it's a dream".

Being the pyro that I am, the first thing that I did was shoot fire out of my finger at buildings and stuff, having the time of my life. I'm not sure how long it would have lasted, but my alarm clock went off and I woke up.

I've had a lot of lucid dreams. Usually if I think about lucid dreaming a lot before I go to bed I'll have one.

The trick is remembering the details after I wake up.

Every time I realize that I'm dreaming, I wake up. It's very frustrating.

That happens to me sometimes. Used to happen a lot more.

How did you fix the problem?

You just have to stay with it. If you get too consciously involved, you wake up.

Tirobir wrote:

Predicting? I mean to check if it was a past-life recall. I have a link I found if you'd like it.

yes please!!!!!

and tirobir with the bending shoes and kevosk with the 3D dream that was cool man. I don't hae dreams like that..my dreams are more weird. LAST NIGHT i dreamnt some man was strangelling me then i started strangling him then humping him it was iwerd then i tried to put my eye liner on then i ran away. It was wierdness beyond belief but not to me!

MrEricSir wrote:

Downloadable phone sex? That's not embarrassing, that rocks!

I had not one, but seven kickass dreams last night.

1. I was sitting in the stands at some sporting event, except nothing was happening. I couldn't really tell what kind of sports field it was, but every time someone walked across it (and that's all they did), the crowd went nuts. Someone ended up getting into a fight with me because he thought it was, and I quote, "too exciting for this neighbourhood". I ended up switching into another dream before this could get too far, however.

2. I was in a room with a table, a chair, and a lamp. I had a sudden urge to make out. So I started hitting on the table, when suddenly a door appeared and a whole bunch of attractive women entered the room. I was like "score x 20!" but then I switched off to my next dream.

3. This was the first of two failed lucid dreams. I stared at a fork, and the fork started moving, and I pinched myself, but I woke up.

4. I fell back asleep, but I wasn't sure if I was asleep or not. I looked around my room, and figured the best way to tell was by looking in the mirror. So I went over to it, but this is where it gets really weird -- the mirror was a reflection of my shadow! I started to realize I could go lucid, but then I switched into my next dream.

5. This was another flying dream, only I started to fall. I passed through a cloud, and I went on to another dream.

6. This one I don't remember much of. It involved everyone from demon lime, only we were wearing tu-tus. I got dizzy, and fainted (yes, I fainted in a dream), only to wake up in my last dream.

-Intermission-

Just recently, my family moved out to BC from Mississauga, so that's where this one takes place (Mississauga, for those who don't get it).

7. I was with my dad driving back to mississauga from Vancouver because my dad forgot his favourite suit at the dry-cleaners (and the dry-cleaners didn't know how to mail stuff). We arrived, and at this time we found out that the dry cleaners hadn't actually done any work, and said they could do it in two minutes. So I figured I'd go around my old neighborhood and check out my house.

So here's a map for you - on the south, there's the dry cleaners, a tim hortons, a vacation place and a convenience store. Starting at the south-east and heading to the mid-east, there's a pathway that leads to a road. From the mideast to the north-east, this road continues and stops at my house. Then the road turns west and goes all the way from the northeast to the northwest, at which time it turns south and goes from there to the west end of the little strip mall.

I took the pathway up to my house, and when I got there, I saw that it had been blasphemised (sp?) by the owner. The roof was covered in seaquins, the bricks had been turned into mix-matched bits of purple and orange wood, and the door was made of gold. So I was standing there looking at it, when these gangsters came by.

They spray-painted all over the owner's car, and then stole a guitar from the back-seat of it. They came up to me and asked if I'd like to tear up the house with them. I was like "no way, hose" (without the accent on the e) and walked down the street (the one that goes west and south) back to the dry-cleaners. So the guys followed me down the road, and stopped me, and said I could go if I smashed something for them.

I was like, fine, sure, whatever. They told me to smash the guitar case with the guitar. Taking this as an absolutely normal instruction, I began smashing it up, and broke the case like it was wooden, and the guitar was not. So I continued down the street until I saw that a gigantic wood wall was put up between the strip mall and the street, and there was a hole small enough for my head to go through in it. I put my head through and called to my dad, but he couldn't hear, and drove off. I was like, "crap," but then I woke up.

Woooo, that was hard on my fingers.

I always forget my dreams!  I don't mean right after I have them, I usually remember them for a few days or weeks and then forget them.

gash wrote:

Tirobir wrote:

Predicting? I mean to check if it was a past-life recall. I have a link I found if you'd like it.

yes please!!!!!

I_love_HP wrote:

I always forget my dreams! I don't mean right after I have them, I usually remember them for a few days or weeks and then forget them.

Tirobir wrote:

gash wrote:

Tirobir wrote:

Predicting? I mean to check if it was a past-life recall. I have a link I found if you'd like it.

yes please!!!!!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ida_Dalser That page and, especially, the External Link at the bottom of it.

Lol but it just says stuff about mussolini and how he sacrificed his wife and son? lol please don't tell me you think I was his wife...I'm sure I would have known better...!