Dreams You HAD

[Greg Nog]

I dreamt it was around 1990, and I was hanging out with Ol' Dirty Bastard.  He invited me up to his apartment, which was a tiny little studio he shared with some other guy, and played me some of the music he'd been working on.  It was damn good, and I told him so.

Finally, towards the end of the dream, I was like, "Listen, ODB.  I gotta level with you.  I'm from the future."  "Ha ha, right," he said. 

"No, seriously," I told him.  "I've come back from the year 2007, and I'm here to tell you that you're going to be so fucking famous, you're going to rise to such eminence."  He seemed surprised but pleased, and then I woke up.

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At this point, I'm seriously wondering if, seventeen years ago, Russell Jones had a dream where some beardy white guy prophesied his fame.  It's a shame he's not still around for me to ask him that.

[coldforge]

and pan over to me, grooving to Mr Jones

[hannah]

I had a dream I got into a fight with a bartender

And a lot of people kept on making jokes about my breasts

And during all of this I was hanging out with Mary (the monster w/o art!), who was telling me about her date with Milly...

[silentsigh89]

I had  a dream that I kept throwing up on myself! I woke up and my leg felt warm and I thought "OH GROSS MORE VOMIT"

..but then it was just my kitten. sleeping all warmly. Warm as vomit.

[das kranke Tier]

Warm as vomit.

My favorite Dingbats song!

[trailofmusic]

I had a dream I was holding a slug up for some reason, and it struggled very hard against my hand to go into my mouth, and it did, but I still had a handle on it, and when I took it out, I just knew she put her baby slugs in my mouth, and I was fighting to take them out, and I took out two, and the baby slugs were earthworms, and there were more going down my throat, and I couldn't breathe anymore.  When I woke up, my tongue was folded up against the roof of my mouth really hard

[das kranke Tier]

I have been having the most horrific nightmares every night since I returned from Chicago.  Part of it was due to me getting sick I'm sure (2 ear infections and pharyngitis!), but I can't explain the rest.  My ex-fiancee keeps showing up repeatedly, along with a bunch of old friends from college that I haven't seen in forever.  They seem to meander from being pleasantly nostalgic to terrifyingly...I don't know...just fucking terrifying.  It's starting to worry me. 

It's most likely been due to the stress that I've been/will be under for the next week and a half or so, but I wish they would stop.

The other night I had one that started pleasant enough and then ended up with me watching a shark consume someone (with bits and pieces filtering out through the gills) for what felt like 20 minutes...then...oh, I'm not even going to get into the next one.

 


edit: Also, I'm officially terrified at the idea/prospect of having sex due to these nightmares.

[girl]

Believe it or not, I know exactly what that's like, dkt.  I went through a period where I was afraid to go to sleep because I had really horrid nightmares not only every single night, but every single time I went to sleep.  I would wake up shaking and terrified, sometimes I'd start crying.  It was bad.  Once I figured out what was causing them, they stopped.  Good luck!

[Greg Nog]

I totally understand where you guys are coming from with the whole nightmare thing; for example, the other night, I dreamt I was buying vegetables, and I didn't have enough money to cover the purchase.  So I pulled a potato out of my wallet.

Me:  How much can I get for this potato?
Shopkeeper:  Oh, that?  That's like, four or five bucks.
Me:  Okay, so can I pay for part of this using the potato, and the rest in cash?
Shopkeeper:  Oh, sure, that's no problem.


Fucking spooky, man.

[titus a.]

Once I figured out what was causing them, they stopped.  Good luck!

You just had to build your house on an ancient Indian burial ground, didn't you.

[Swimmy]

Last night I dreamed that Pyramid Head was chasing me. I found several points I could stand where he couldn't reach me because he had a crappy walking algorithm. At some point I realized that he was my sister--who wasn't my real-life sister--who could change back and forth, and did so solely to freak me out. Then we played a chasing game. My dreams are way too videogamey.

Also at one point I used a frozen codfish to break through some debris in a small bucket which led to another dimension.

[Swimmy]

Last night I was dreaming--or maybe vividly hallucinating? I was almost awake--about waking up to find someone in my bed with me. No surprise who it was, but what made it awesome was the Coachwhips' "Get Yer Body Next Ta Mine" hammering away as my dream's soundtrack.

[das kranke Tier]

Can we trade dreams for a few days?

[diesel_powered]

I dreamt it was around 1990, and I was hanging out with Ol' Dirty Bastard.  He invited me up to his apartment, which was a tiny little studio he shared with some other guy, and played me some of the music he'd been working on.  It was damn good, and I told him so.

Finally, towards the end of the dream, I was like, "Listen, ODB.  I gotta level with you.  I'm from the future."  "Ha ha, right," he said. 

"No, seriously," I told him.  "I've come back from the year 2007, and I'm here to tell you that you're going to be so fucking famous, you're going to rise to such eminence."  He seemed surprised but pleased, and then I woke up.

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At this point, I'm seriously wondering if, seventeen years ago, Russell Jones had a dream where some beardy white guy prophesied his fame.  It's a shame he's not still around for me to ask him that.

So Greg... you couldn't have told him to ease up on the coke, too? We might still have him if you slipped that little nugget in there...

Last night (really, this morning between whacks of the snooze bar) I had a dream I was at school or something and there was this party. And they had little gift baskets of booze at the tables, but everyone had already drank the booze except for the wierdo stuff (like limoncello, etc.... not weird in and of itself, but weird in context) and Jeb was there talking with somebody about his new band that sounded like a cross between My Bloody Valentine and Om. The person remarked about Jeb's lyrics and Jeb said something about "But I purposefully hide the lyrics behind the music!" like in that scene in Annie Hall with "I'm Marshall McLuhan... and you know nothing of my work!"

[Greg Nog]

Whoa, diesel, Marshall McLuhan's appearance in Annie Hall popped into my head just before I opened your post.  Coincidence ho!

So Greg... you couldn't have told him to ease up on the coke, too? We might still have him if you slipped that little nugget in there...

Yeah, I told my friend excitedly about the dream the next morning, and that was her take on it:


Me:  So I'm pretty sure I was projecting my mind back through time!  I was sent back by some unknowable higher power to tell ODB about the future!  Like in Quantum Leap!

Her:  You didn't tell him he was going to die?

Me:  Oh...  Dang.  You think maybe I shoulda?

Her:  You jackass, that's probably exactly what you were sent back to do.

Me:  Oh.  Huh.  Guess I kinda fucked up that one.

[peacocks]

I have been having the most horrific nightmares every night

me too me too!  I can't get to sleep because of it.  sometimes they'll wake me up and I'll be afraid to close my eyes again.  most of my nightmares involve wolves but the most recent one I can remember is my neighbor and maintenance man breaking into the window above my bed (the roof is slanted and I sleep on a futon) and trying to rape me while a loud machine blows brown, bloody gunky water all over my apartment from the ac window unit.

[diesel_powered]

the most recent one I can remember is my neighbor and maintenance man breaking into the window above my bed (the roof is slanted and I sleep on a futon) and trying to rape me while a loud machine blows brown, bloody gunky water all over my apartment from the ac window unit.

 

[peacocks]

no more bad dreams.  last night was a total blank except that very close to waking up I dreamt that I was making grilled cheese sandwiches on all four burners of my stove.  most of the dream was me deciging whether to smush them down all the way so they are more like melty discs or to leave them more like normal sandwiches.

[Greg Nog]

I dreamt I was running through the neon-gilded city at night, at top speed, while lightning exploded all around me. 

Then I woke up, and realized that the sounds were real -- the thunder and lightning must have been coming down within a couple blocks of my apartment, 'cause the flashes and booms were pretty much simulataneous.

[Trousers and Pat]

I had some dream last night about working with my amnesiac teacher's aide in this moldy, leaky rural classroom full of people who gave us strange drinks after hours. But I had a big romantic speech at the end about a gigantic storm creating the Earth's magnetic field. Or something. The aide was unmoved.

[peacocks]

In my latest dream I was about to take a shower and as I removed my shirt I saw myself in the mirror and my tummy was covered in dark swirly hair.  it didn't really phase me though.

[jebreject]

last night i had a dream where i was telling people how much my arm hurt. go figger.

[Swimmy]

I dreamed last night that I was friends with the kids from Even Stevens. We were in high school; during lunch I sat with Ren, and it made Louis really jealous. (But, like, of course I sat with Ren, she's purty, duh.) Then a song started playing over the PA system. It was supposed to be the school's alma mater, but the music was The Epoxies' "Struggle Like No Other." All of the students sang the school's words, while I sang the Epoxies lyrics. People looked at me strangely until I explained. Of course, I couldn't sing along to that part in the middle of the song, where the dude just goes crazy. I wish I could--what the hell is he saying?

Later I was driving home from school, and every time I parked my car, it would move, even if I put the emergency brake on. This was very annoying because my CD case was missing a lot of CDs, and I really wanted to listen to This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb. I dug around the back seat for them; meanwhile, my car had inched its way off campus and onto the highway. I think this whole situation was resolved when I stopped at a Denny's. My car finally stayed parked, and a leprechaun hopped out of the gas tank and told me he had been messing with me because he hated folk-punk and was tired of listening to it.

[RoyBiggins]

If you, Louis, and Twitty wrote the Epoxies version of those lyrics, and you were trying to get the school's song changed to them, that'd actually be a pretty good episode of Even Stevens.

Alternately, you could just start the Lumberjack Cub up again.

[trailofmusic]

I dreamed that my shirt tore right down the front middle, starting at the collar to nearly the bottom, in the middle of a huge parking lot that I parked my motorcycle in (I don't have one really), which I the folded up and stored in my dad's truck (he truly truly has a truck),  but anyway the shirt tear was embarrasing