DREAMS

I can't brake in my dreams. Like, in a car. Whenever I slam on the brakes, the car only slows down slowly, usually not enough to stop me from hitting whatever I am slowing down to avoid. It happens so often that I am afraid of driving.

I was at this dystopian Los Angeles (I guess that is not too far from fantasy) and there was a dust story. I was walking around this ruined version of LAX and there were these people standing outside by these large cargo containers and Obama's voice echoing that he needs to reform and destroy LAX, and how we should have paid the Japanese to send a nuke to the Hiroshima Airport (apparently a small branch of LAX in the reality of my dream). Then there was this guy dancing on the cargo containers like he was high.

Before that (I just remembered now) I was in a house where a girl watched her stepfather brutally murder her step mother then I freaked out and texted the mother of the girl and she just replies, "Aw, that's too bad." I walk outside of the house and I see the step father wiping off all of the blood and evidence away from the refrigerator in the garage.

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I can't brake in my dreams. Like, in a car. Whenever I slam on the brakes, the car only slows down slowly, usually not enough to stop me from hitting whatever I am slowing down to avoid. It happens so often that I am afraid of driving.

Repeatedly now I've had dreams where I was the only person in a car, and I was driving down a long stretch or some city road. Something always compells me to get into the backseat while driving, and when I look ahead, i see that I'm about to rearend a car. I go insane trying to get back into the front seat, but I'm paralyzed by fear and I know I'll never be able to explain this to anyone, and I wake up seconds before I hit the other car.

also rebumping this thread

My mum was screaming at me because I said I was going out that night. Something about me being a bad student or some shit. Probably instigated because in the dream my dad was in another country and mum had no one else to yell at.

This dream resulted in me being mean to my dad IRL. I have yet to apologise.

I'm sick of realistic dreams. |:

Here are some entries from my dream diary:

I was at this dystopian Los Angeles (I guess that is not too far from fantasy) and there was a dust story. I was walking around this ruined version of LAX and there were these people standing outside by these large cargo containers and Obama's voice echoing that he needs to reform and destroy LAX, and how we should have paid the Japanese to send a nuke to the Hiroshima Airport (apparently a small branch of LAX in the reality of my dream). Then there was this guy dancing on the cargo containers like he was high.

Before that (I just remembered now) I was in a house where a girl watched her stepfather brutally murder her step mother then I freaked out and texted the mother of the girl and she just replies, "Aw, that's too bad." I walk outside of the house and I see the step father wiping off all of the blood and evidence away from the refrigerator in the garage.

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Oh man, I had a horrible dream. I had a dream last night that I greeted my good friend and she climbed on this tall spire with a square platform on top of it. She then thought she was a cat and started dancing on the fence the encompassed the platform--then she started slowly floating on it and she fell off of it and died. The police came and later interpreted that she committed suicide. I was in charge with telling her parents.

I then learned that I was in a city called JERUSALEM-AMERICA and I had to go through an underground tunnel to return to my hometown. I don't remember this adventure, but later I ended up caught in traffic in Hammer Lane (a street there) and I ended up taking another tunnel, but I winded up in Morada Lane and March Lane.

I can't remember the rest of the dream. It was really odd.

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I had the freakiest dream last night before I went to sleep. I had a dream that some of the characters from the visual novel that I enjoy reading were on the Vestel instead of our cast and people were getting killed off one by one mysteriously and there was a servant from the game that was found inside of a laundry machine. The physician of the group inspected what was going on and concluded he was also raped. Then I had a spiral vision of who, in the group, would be killed next and I felt so scared for the person and I tried everything I could to prevent their death (hm ... maybe we can do something like this in Muse where some people die off - but you can prevent their death and YOU KNOW you can prevent it - it increases tensions). Then I was introduced to a bunch of characters like these island people who were kidnappers who were on the ship, etc. Then I walked around the lounge (yes, in my dream the lounge was visualized) and I thought, "Oh, this is so small." Then I remembered there were a lot of other maps everywhere that I did not go to yet. Then I walked into Selim's room (it was implied) and went back out and wandered around the lounge again.

there was more to it, but I cannot remember now

but i woke up feeling like: zmg i cannot beta test muse that dream was so scarrryy!!!

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I was in this weird map with two massive trees and in one tree was this niche carved out. Then all of a sudden this massive tidal wave passes by this ravine inbetween the two trees and I jump in to save the creatures. There were multile Mickey Mouses and Pikachus and other animals that were coming down the flood that I would lift and throw into the niche. As I was saving each creature, a counter on the corner appeared in my dream and an omnicient voice save , "You cannot save all of the creatures. You must choose which ones to save." Then after I save all I can, I climb back into the niche and I recieve anther omnicient voice that says I must punch the animals into they are impregnated so they can repopulate, so I punch this Pikachu for awhile and then I move onto some other animals.

Then I am called for round two when the ravine has this weird graph appear on it, and I am told I cannot jump at a depth for more than one cube, and I must telekenetically build a bridge to get down to continue saving. I forgot what happens but then all of a sudden I am teleported into a church where I forgot some important documents and I am going to get excommunicated so I run and all of a sudden the scene switches to a city in Taiwan that is completely flooded to the top of the skyscrapers. I hear an omnicient voice saying, "Goddamn. I was going to visit Taiwan this summer. What a dangerous place it is!" Then there is this massive whirlpool that appears and you see this Asian guy in a business suit get sucked in. All of a sudden the vision gets lighter and softer and it slowly zoomed out when I realize I am watching this on television in a living room. Then I wake up.

Once I dreamt that I was running from someone. When I tried to go inside a house I found and entered a door, for some reason I touch a wall. Then the wall tried to absorb me, and as I was being devoured all I could see was my petrified hand trying to reach for something.
The end.

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Inglourius Basterds.

God that movie sucked. I do not like going to a Quentin Tarantino movie only to read subtitles for almost 3 hours and not ever see Brad Pitt on screen being a badass motherfucker.

A couple of years ago I had a really strange dream. The details are escaping me at the moment, but it was kind of a scary-ish one.

But the weirdest thing about it was the dream continued for like two or three nights straight. Like the next night my dream picked up where the last one left off. It was really bizarre, I have never continued a story in a dream since then, much less remember most of them the next day.

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Inglourius Basterds.

God that movie sucked. I do not like going to a Quentin Tarantino movie only to read subtitles for almost 3 hours and not ever see Brad Pitt on screen being a badass motherfucker.

I wouldn't say it sucked, but yeah it definitely needed to focus more on the Basterds. But it was still entertaining for what it was, what it was being two hours of dialogue with some action to space it out in between.

I kinda want to read Sigmund Freud's Interpretation of Dreams, but I fear it'll be too smart for me.