I had this dream a few days ago, but couldn't post it cos the comps been broken. And I've forgotten most of it.
Except the part which weirded me out.
See, in this dream, I was wearing a bra. Like, bikini top, black. I was wearing them under a tshirt (which I have, but have never worn yet). I seemed ok about the bra, though I was very concious about it, like if I had new shoes or some other clothing article, that I wear anyway, but just the newness.
I guess it has something to do with my slight discomfort for my shapes. Heh. Weird...
Got a Freudian question for ya
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The gospel preacher, the hostile teacher/The face of God with an impostor's features
This is the prophecy - the cult leader/The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound
Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles/Supreme truth, the cult leader with the green tooth
The multi-millionaire with a stare that can freeze troops/I program people to kill
The motiviational speaker, my words cause people to feel/It's mind control, let the cult leader guide your soul
Open up your eyes to the lies he told/The general, the chief, I be the political pioneer
The cult leader, you can believe in me, I am here/Bless the children, take you under my wing, shelter
Helter Skelter, this is it, you can't kill me I'll exist forever. Cult Leader!
This is the prophecy - the cult leader/The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound
Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles/Supreme truth, the cult leader with the green tooth
The multi-millionaire with a stare that can freeze troops/I program people to kill
The motiviational speaker, my words cause people to feel/It's mind control, let the cult leader guide your soul
Open up your eyes to the lies he told/The general, the chief, I be the political pioneer
The cult leader, you can believe in me, I am here/Bless the children, take you under my wing, shelter
Helter Skelter, this is it, you can't kill me I'll exist forever. Cult Leader!
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I had one of my most disturbing dreams the other day...
To preface, I was exhausted(been going about 30 hours) and I had just taken my allergy medicine(loratadine and 2 benedryl, which is what usually take to combat my horrific allergies, especially when I'm at my parents) so I was out like a light. Typically it dosen't affect my dreams, though.
It started out, er, "normally" enough for my dreams... I think I was a "time cop", or something, at any rate I was a detective in a quasi-future setting investigating a riot and resultant murder, but I already knew everything that was going to happen.
So I was zipping around and doing the crime fighting thing, and paused momentarily to play some little miniatures combat thing(like Warhammer) with space marines against aliens, and then all of a sudden, I "wake up" in the dream, strapped to this matrix-esque pod.
I'm ripping tubes and wires out and screaming and thrashing when the pod opens and I see this face. It is literally, to my dream self at least, the most frightening thing I've EVER seen. The face itself wasn't that scary(typical rictus grin evil alien... even looked like a laytex prosthetic. In retrospect, I think that this was one of the aliens from the miniatures game that I played in the dream.) but just what I knew in the dream it represented scared me so much...
You know those dreams where you're going along and something scary happens(you usually see it coming) and then right when it happens, you wake up. That's what this dream was... only I didn't wake up when I got to the frightening part... and my dream self was pushed back into the pod and forced back into the original dream. Only now I know what's happening and I see all these logical inconsistancies and wierd things which I KNOW are not right and not true, but I'm so scared shitless that if I try to fight it I'll 'wake up' in the dream and have to see that face again. For the rest of the dream I'd just randomly get flashes of that evil face and then a total change of the dream into something else... I even woke up at least once back in the "real world" in the dream, only to see that horrific face again and get another dream fragment.
Fully waking up from that dream is the closest I've ever come wetting myself in pure terror.
To preface, I was exhausted(been going about 30 hours) and I had just taken my allergy medicine(loratadine and 2 benedryl, which is what usually take to combat my horrific allergies, especially when I'm at my parents) so I was out like a light. Typically it dosen't affect my dreams, though.
It started out, er, "normally" enough for my dreams... I think I was a "time cop", or something, at any rate I was a detective in a quasi-future setting investigating a riot and resultant murder, but I already knew everything that was going to happen.
So I was zipping around and doing the crime fighting thing, and paused momentarily to play some little miniatures combat thing(like Warhammer) with space marines against aliens, and then all of a sudden, I "wake up" in the dream, strapped to this matrix-esque pod.
I'm ripping tubes and wires out and screaming and thrashing when the pod opens and I see this face. It is literally, to my dream self at least, the most frightening thing I've EVER seen. The face itself wasn't that scary(typical rictus grin evil alien... even looked like a laytex prosthetic. In retrospect, I think that this was one of the aliens from the miniatures game that I played in the dream.) but just what I knew in the dream it represented scared me so much...
You know those dreams where you're going along and something scary happens(you usually see it coming) and then right when it happens, you wake up. That's what this dream was... only I didn't wake up when I got to the frightening part... and my dream self was pushed back into the pod and forced back into the original dream. Only now I know what's happening and I see all these logical inconsistancies and wierd things which I KNOW are not right and not true, but I'm so scared shitless that if I try to fight it I'll 'wake up' in the dream and have to see that face again. For the rest of the dream I'd just randomly get flashes of that evil face and then a total change of the dream into something else... I even woke up at least once back in the "real world" in the dream, only to see that horrific face again and get another dream fragment.
Fully waking up from that dream is the closest I've ever come wetting myself in pure terror.
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Figure this one out. I had this dream last night:
It is THE FUTURE. Everyone wears a shiny silver jumpsuit that's skintight, formfitting, has built in boots and gloves...and a big opening that you're supposed to let your ass hang out of. Everyone goes around bare-assed. Because the way social customs have evolved in THE FUTURE, nobody shakes hands any more. When you want to greet someone you know, you massage their anus with the index finger of your dominant hand. How long you spend massaging their anus is a function of how well you know the person or how close you are to them. Thus, meeting a person you know, but not very well, you'd massage their anus for no more than a couple seconds. Running into your bestest friend in the world, you might have your finger in their ass for ten minutes or more.
I'm tempted to dismiss it as, "sometimes an anus is only an anus" but...
It is THE FUTURE. Everyone wears a shiny silver jumpsuit that's skintight, formfitting, has built in boots and gloves...and a big opening that you're supposed to let your ass hang out of. Everyone goes around bare-assed. Because the way social customs have evolved in THE FUTURE, nobody shakes hands any more. When you want to greet someone you know, you massage their anus with the index finger of your dominant hand. How long you spend massaging their anus is a function of how well you know the person or how close you are to them. Thus, meeting a person you know, but not very well, you'd massage their anus for no more than a couple seconds. Running into your bestest friend in the world, you might have your finger in their ass for ten minutes or more.
I'm tempted to dismiss it as, "sometimes an anus is only an anus" but...
I've heard something similar in a Robin Williams sketch before... 
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MistressMaggie
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So I had a bizarre, yet somewhat awesome dream last night. It was both bizarre and awesome because it was about the hot guy from my work that I've been crushing on.
I dreamt that he came over to swim in my pool before work, or class, or something. He'd go swimming, then ask me to bring him his clothes so he could get dressed, since he always left them on the wrong side of the locked gate. For some reason, i also had to bring a couple empty Corona 6-pack cases with me. Every time I brought them to him, I'd hope he would kiss me, but he never did.
Then came some sort of party, where we were doing drinking games and drinking shots, one of which was called an "exploratory laporotamy" I don't know what kind of party it was, but everyone was getting presents. I was wearing sombreros for shoes. I made friends with BriHahn, who happened to be there. I somehow managed to get the hot guy some sort of motocross bike, which we tried to unveil with me sitting on it in a bikini, but it didnt work out, and later on I had to tell him that it came from me, at which point this weird backstory came out about how my parents died and I was being raised by a couple of relatives who were both dentists. Then everyone started crying and I woke up.
of this dream, the parts I understand are basically the corona packs (because I bartended a party last night with tons of corona), the dentists (the wedding I worked last night was for a couple of dentists, the party favours were toothbrushes and stuff) and the desire to be kissed by the guy (which I've had for a while now)
and now I have to go to work, where he isn't going to be...
I dreamt that he came over to swim in my pool before work, or class, or something. He'd go swimming, then ask me to bring him his clothes so he could get dressed, since he always left them on the wrong side of the locked gate. For some reason, i also had to bring a couple empty Corona 6-pack cases with me. Every time I brought them to him, I'd hope he would kiss me, but he never did.
Then came some sort of party, where we were doing drinking games and drinking shots, one of which was called an "exploratory laporotamy" I don't know what kind of party it was, but everyone was getting presents. I was wearing sombreros for shoes. I made friends with BriHahn, who happened to be there. I somehow managed to get the hot guy some sort of motocross bike, which we tried to unveil with me sitting on it in a bikini, but it didnt work out, and later on I had to tell him that it came from me, at which point this weird backstory came out about how my parents died and I was being raised by a couple of relatives who were both dentists. Then everyone started crying and I woke up.
of this dream, the parts I understand are basically the corona packs (because I bartended a party last night with tons of corona), the dentists (the wedding I worked last night was for a couple of dentists, the party favours were toothbrushes and stuff) and the desire to be kissed by the guy (which I've had for a while now)
and now I have to go to work, where he isn't going to be...
*leaves a surprise for the hot guy and adds Maggie's name to it*
Namely, a postcard with a picture of a vagina and the phrase "Wish You Were Here".
...nah, that'd be too obvious.
Namely, a postcard with a picture of a vagina and the phrase "Wish You Were Here".
...nah, that'd be too obvious.
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~Mavis Leyrer
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
So, the other night, I had a dream about wearing a pair of panties with Braille printed on them. It quickly became a dream about me not wearing the panties with Braille on them.
I mention it because this seems the appropriate thread, and also because I blame you lot for the dream. If you hadn't been discussing lacy panties in the member pictures thread, I wouldn't have been thinking about sexy panties, and the dream never would have happened. So it's all your fault.
...Thank you.
I mention it because this seems the appropriate thread, and also because I blame you lot for the dream. If you hadn't been discussing lacy panties in the member pictures thread, I wouldn't have been thinking about sexy panties, and the dream never would have happened. So it's all your fault.
...Thank you.
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So... many... possibilities....
"Employees must wash hands before and after each visit."
"No deliveries before 9pm"
"In case of emergency, Press Button"
"Caution, not to exceed maximum occupency, by order of the Fire Marshal"
"Staff Room, Authorized personel only."
"Employees must wash hands before and after each visit."
"No deliveries before 9pm"
"In case of emergency, Press Button"
"Caution, not to exceed maximum occupency, by order of the Fire Marshal"
"Staff Room, Authorized personel only."
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"Warning: Contents are Under Pressure when Hot!"RavenxDrake wrote:So... many... possibilities....
"Employees must wash hands before and after each visit."
"No deliveries before 9pm"
"In case of emergency, Press Button"
"Caution, not to exceed maximum occupency, by order of the Fire Marshal"
"Staff Room, Authorized personel only."
"You must be _this tall_ to ride."
"Petting Zoo"
"Snack Bar"
"Latex Gloves Required"
"JESUS CHRIST, IT'S A LION! GET IN...!"
"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered...."
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The semi-developed country... http://www.honormacdonald.com
Warning: Xenophile.
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wow, I just woke up from the weirdest dream...
I was watching the news. I lived in Detroit. There was a top secret city council meeting at the "Bettis Church". A special meeting was called and everyone was required to attend. I get there and find out that we have decided to let Jerome Bettis (of the NFL) decide how to end child poverty. We wait around for him and they outline the plan. The plan itself is a little fuzzy, something about only allowing even numbers of people to live in houses together, so everyone has to take in a poor child. Jerome arrives, and the council asks him something about if he's exhausted from trying to support his 5 children, and he gets up and leaves. the council member shouts out the door "I'm sorry, I meant to say your 1000 children!" and we wait. minutes later he returns, and says "see? everything evens out!" He then goes on to demonstrate how every time he leaves the room, things end up working out on their own.
I was watching the news. I lived in Detroit. There was a top secret city council meeting at the "Bettis Church". A special meeting was called and everyone was required to attend. I get there and find out that we have decided to let Jerome Bettis (of the NFL) decide how to end child poverty. We wait around for him and they outline the plan. The plan itself is a little fuzzy, something about only allowing even numbers of people to live in houses together, so everyone has to take in a poor child. Jerome arrives, and the council asks him something about if he's exhausted from trying to support his 5 children, and he gets up and leaves. the council member shouts out the door "I'm sorry, I meant to say your 1000 children!" and we wait. minutes later he returns, and says "see? everything evens out!" He then goes on to demonstrate how every time he leaves the room, things end up working out on their own.
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The gospel preacher, the hostile teacher/The face of God with an impostor's features
This is the prophecy - the cult leader/The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound
Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles/Supreme truth, the cult leader with the green tooth
The multi-millionaire with a stare that can freeze troops/I program people to kill
The motiviational speaker, my words cause people to feel/It's mind control, let the cult leader guide your soul
Open up your eyes to the lies he told/The general, the chief, I be the political pioneer
The cult leader, you can believe in me, I am here/Bless the children, take you under my wing, shelter
Helter Skelter, this is it, you can't kill me I'll exist forever. Cult Leader!
This is the prophecy - the cult leader/The people's temple, the holy ground, the war compound
Four-pound to rifles, disciples, the holy idles/Supreme truth, the cult leader with the green tooth
The multi-millionaire with a stare that can freeze troops/I program people to kill
The motiviational speaker, my words cause people to feel/It's mind control, let the cult leader guide your soul
Open up your eyes to the lies he told/The general, the chief, I be the political pioneer
The cult leader, you can believe in me, I am here/Bless the children, take you under my wing, shelter
Helter Skelter, this is it, you can't kill me I'll exist forever. Cult Leader!
I never found out, not being able to read Braille myself. In the dream, I was on a bed, leg propped up, and had asked nicely for help reading them. I got a Look, and then very quickly, the panties were elsewhere, and I had been flipped over and was getting fucked hard 'til I cried like a little girl*-- or at least screamed like one.ManaUser wrote:I have to ask, what did they say?
...I don't believe my partner ever read them for me.
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*I blame you guys for that one, too.
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The cats woke me up and all I can remember is the tail end of the dream: Jack Sparrow's voice shouting, "This time, when we go collecting, it'll be the opportunity that's golden, mates!"
All for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me loot
In a house of ill-repute
And I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow
All for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me loot
In a house of ill-repute
And I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow
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Iya! Iya! Surf's up, dude!It's been said that in the event of nuclear holocaust, only two things on Earth are likely to survive: cockroaches and Keith Richards. --Frontline News.
Early this morning I dreamed that I was acting in a movie with Al Pacino (which was in the process of being filmed.) The film was for some reason being directed by Rikki Lake.
Now, here's the kicker - I wasn't me, I was Rikki Lake's son, and for some inexplicable reason being her son meant that I was a teenage italian-american, but my role in the film was that of a 40 your old jewish man with a bald spot. I kept flubbing my lines.
WTF brain?! I mean seriously, where did my mind pull that of?!
Now, here's the kicker - I wasn't me, I was Rikki Lake's son, and for some inexplicable reason being her son meant that I was a teenage italian-american, but my role in the film was that of a 40 your old jewish man with a bald spot. I kept flubbing my lines.
WTF brain?! I mean seriously, where did my mind pull that of?!
I shall keep myself in oysters for the rest of the week, thank you very much.
I think you swapped dreams with someone.
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“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer