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I've had my share of very interesting dreams, and some of them I'm not going to discuss for my own reasons. I do have one that I had not too long ago that I remember in great detail though.
Our family drove up to some strange lake in a green mini-van. I looked out the car window and to my amazement I had seen thousands of people, gathered around one lake and they were all fishing. My parents hopped out of the mini-van and I followed behind them. I really didn't have a clue what was going on, but my best guess was that there was some kind of strange fishing tournament going on here. I wandered around the lake, still following my parents, but after a couple of minutes of staring at a strange object in the lake, I lost track of them. It turns out that this object just happened to be a seahorse. Considering this was a dream, I didn't think there was anything strange about a seahorse being in a lake. I turned my head slightly, and out of nowhere appeared a bucket full of water and a net. I've never had a seahorse before, so I swept it up into the net and tossed it in the bucket. I grabbed the bucket and continued walking along, I sighted various sea creatures as I walked by, ranging from octupi to flounders. I soon came upon a strange blue truck. In the back of the truck there was a large amount of fishing gear. I looked around inside to see if I could find something to keep my seahorse in the lake, because the bucket at this point was beginning to evaporate. I found a strange device, it was like a portable fish pin that could be set into the water, but it had a rope tied to it and at the end of the rope was a stake. It seemed like no one was using it, so I picked it up and went down by the lake. I smacked the stake into the ground with my foot, set the "Fish pin" into the water, and carefully placed my seahorse into the pin. I figured no one would take it, so I walked off and went to explore this strange lake. Once again after walking for sometime I came upon another odd thing. An enormous metallic, but rusted gate. I casually walked up to the gate I noticed that there was a door, I grabbed the door, and quickly swung it open, eager to see where it went to. I looked beyond the gate, I'd found a factory of sorts. Some kind of old rusted and outdated factory. I walked in, thinking that no one would mind, and then I heard some one speaking very loudly in a language I couldn't understand. It sounded a bit Germanish, me, being a highly curious individual, followed the noise. What I found could have been easily the strangest part of my dream, for as I moved swiftly closer to the speaker, I saw something I never would have expected. There, right before my eyes, was a party that seemed to want to revive Hitler's army, a bit like a Neo-Nazi group. I listened in on their converstation for a long period of time. I guess I was there a bit too long though, standing right behind me was a large group of people. I could clearly see that these people where not the same as the Neo-Nazi group I was listening to. They then shouted at me in a language different from the German I was hearing before, I caught a couple of words and guessed that it might be Russian. Turns out I was right, they were Russian, even though they were under the rule of a long dead Stalin. They aimed their guns at me, I raised my hands high into the air and they pushed me forward toward the Neo-Nazi party. Here I'm not sure, what really happened next, from this point on things started to get more and more difficult to remember. The next thing I knew I was out of the old factory and was out running about and telling people that there were Nazi's behind the gate. No one seemed to even care about me, they just kept on fishing. I ran back to my parent's mini-van, opening the front door and hopping in the driver's seat I found the keys already in the car. I drove the mini-van into the gate, the car sliced right through the rusted gate, as a butterknife would to butter. This is another part where the dream seemed to get quite fuzzy, but the next thing I remembered was that I'm running over Nazi's and Commie's in my parent's mini-van, which was riddled with bullet holes. Out of the corner of my eye I beheld something which could aid me. I threw a heavy object onto the gas pedal and lept out of the car right before it smashed into a wall. I sprinted for that which I had seen, a tank. Then I woke up. This dream seems like it would be a great plot for a cheesy action movie, but there's still the possibility that it could hold some signifigant repressed memory, or a key element to my life which I'm leaving out. Personally, I think it was the partially caused by the fact that I really had to eat that day was some expired vanilla ice cream, and a two year old microwavable breakfast.
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Join Date: May 2002
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My dream is kinda pointless but anyway. I was in school and i was walking to my robotics class, I walked in and my teacher was standing there on the desk for some unknown reason, I walked right passed him without saying a word. I walked to my seat in the back of the room with my friend sean, I opened the drawer of my desk and pulled out a ps with the built in screens and started playing ddr. Sean played second player and we were having a good time until we played drop the bomb.... When we started playing it the teacher finally got off of his desk and walked to his office which is also in the classroom. DROP THE BOMB!!! I'LL GIVE YOU DROP THE BOMB!!!!!! he screamed and pulled out a pipe bomb and threw it at us. I caught it in mid air and threw it out the window. I looked at Sean and he nodded. we both opened our desk drawers and pulled out shotguns Sean shot the teacher and he fell. I walked over to him and shot him with the shot gun a bunch of times (I actually reloaded which isnt common in my dreams) When i was done shooting him i walked back to my chair and started playing ddr again, all of the other students were just staring at the dead body on the floor and a few of them glanced at me. The bell rang and i grabbed the ps and put on a trench coat that was like a few centimeters away from dragging on the floor. I put the ps in my side pocket and the shotgun in my Inside coat pocket. Sean asked me what i was taking the shot gun for, and i said "Hell i might need it in my algebra class, that guy who sits behind me keeps kicking my chair and i hink i might stop him perminantly."
"oh" sean said and walked out with me and i turned around and looked at the students following me. They all wanted me to kill people for them and I agreed to do it after school they all went on they're merry little way and i went to algebra and didnt even wait for anything to happen i just went in and shot the guy who kicked my chair and then shot the teacher. My dream ended soon after i shot the teacher becasue my dad woke me up. He told me i was laughing really loud in my sleep and i woke him and everyone else up. He told me to shut up and go back to sleep and i did. Havent had another dream about my robotics teacher since. |
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Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: In a white padded room, with people in white coats coming to stab me with needles again.
Posts: 277
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^^^^^ That was me by the way dont know why i was logged out
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Join Date: Apr 2003
Posts: 22
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I've had dreams where I would get stabbed in the back or something like that, and my back would arch, and when I wake up I would still sortof feel the pain. A really bad feeling
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