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nietzsche wrote:I have had coincidences in my dreams.
BigBallinStalin wrote:The green aliens were mods. You fear that your perceived CC responsibility may lead you toward a mass extermination crusade against any CC member which you disagree with. Seek professional help immediately, sir. This is serious. In fact, I'm filing a C&A report. Expect to hear from my CC attorney, thegreekdog. If you won't answer the summons, then one night, while you pleasantly dream of dominating CC, I'll have saxitoxin tickle you to death. TO DEATH.
Everybody go home. We got him, CC. Sweet dreams.
Iliad wrote:The upside of calling everyone scum and making 1000 predictions is that statistically you should get a few right.
BigBallinStalin wrote:"when I opened teh door the T-Rex eye from Jurassic Park was there so I went back to class"
A wise decision.
Speaking of decision-making, how many people in here can (somewhat) consciously make decisions during their dreams?
For example, can you alter the flow of your dream? Can you get out of your director's chair and say, "All right, all right! Enough of this silliness! Let's move on."
InkL0sed wrote:BigBallinStalin wrote:"when I opened teh door the T-Rex eye from Jurassic Park was there so I went back to class"
A wise decision.
Speaking of decision-making, how many people in here can (somewhat) consciously make decisions during their dreams?
For example, can you alter the flow of your dream? Can you get out of your director's chair and say, "All right, all right! Enough of this silliness! Let's move on."
I've had the illusion of making decisions in my dreams, but I don't know they are real ones. I'm skeptical of other people who say they can do that.
BigBallinStalin wrote:InkL0sed wrote:BigBallinStalin wrote:"when I opened teh door the T-Rex eye from Jurassic Park was there so I went back to class"
A wise decision.
Speaking of decision-making, how many people in here can (somewhat) consciously make decisions during their dreams?
For example, can you alter the flow of your dream? Can you get out of your director's chair and say, "All right, all right! Enough of this silliness! Let's move on."
I've had the illusion of making decisions in my dreams, but I don't know they are real ones. I'm skeptical of other people who say they can do that.
While dreaming, are you of the position that the dreamer exerts no control over the dream and/or over his/her role in the dream?
BigBallinStalin wrote:"when I opened teh door the T-Rex eye from Jurassic Park was there so I went back to class"
A wise decision.
Speaking of decision-making, how many people in here can (somewhat) consciously make decisions during their dreams?
For example, can you alter the flow of your dream? Can you get out of your director's chair and say, "All right, all right! Enough of this silliness! Let's move on."
BigBallinStalin wrote:It comes in tid bits, and it's not like "I'm a magician, so I have 100% control." (At least for me, it's never been. I doubt that level of control can actually occur within a dream. I'm thinking some people mistaken "using their imagination" as "dreaming," but I could definitely be wrong).
TA1LGUNN3R wrote:Now at this point, I'm unsure if the dream changed, or if I/she somehow got back to Earth, but I feel like it's a continuation of the same dream.
CreepersWiener wrote:I had a dream about pipes once...
TA1LGUNN3R wrote:Pretty great one last night-
So I went to a concert or performance that was held in this giant garage. I don't really know what I was watching, I was just there among the crowd. I started smoking a cigarette with a couple of other guys (I don't smoke in the waking world outside of the occasional cigar) and the management starts freaking out because an alarm goes off. Whatever, no big deal. I'm on my way home and the cops come and arrest me. The whole thing- hands behind my back, cuffed, put in the police vehicle. There were three or four cops together to make the arrest. At this point, all but one leave, and the one who's left is this hard-ass officer who was the stereotypical cop: fat, obnoxious, and had the cop 'stache. He keeps yelling at me and saying that I've got to pay restitution for the damage. I denied that me smoking did any lasting damage in a building that had all the giant garage doors open and all that.
Here the dream takes a violent turn; the cop decides to take me somewhere. His vehicle turned out to be a rocket or some other spacecraft, and pretty soon he's dropping me off on the Moon, trying to leave me with this researcher who was living there studying the native lunar fauna. Now I'm fearing that he's leaving me on the Moon to die, so some words are exchanged, tempers flared. The cop attacks me, but I somehow manage to wrest his gun away from him and I end up killing him.
At this point the dream changes from first person to third person, and the character changes to a slim, brunette female. The researcher is freaking out because the cop is dead, and tells her that he's calling the cops. She tries to convince him not to, but to no avail. She ends up running away, trying to find a way back to earth. Here the dream becomes more of the frenetic pursuit kind, but the scenery changes to something like a Tim Burton film or a Tool video. The most prevalent of the native lunar fauna are these cow-like creatures that just sit around with vacant stares, but there are some snakes as well. The animals are what appear to her to be disfigured and clay-like. Somehow a fire gets started, and again this is very clay-animation like, slowly consuming the cow creatures and buildings. Then the alpha snake, who used to live on Earth but couldn't hack it and came to the Moon, tries helping her and talks to her.
Now at this point, I'm unsure if the dream changed, or if I/she somehow got back to Earth, but I feel like it's a continuation of the same dream. There was still the feeling that I had been hunted. But anyway, the character had changed back to me, and I was living in the house I grew up in, but I had Colin Mochrie and Wayne Brady as house mates. Wayne Brady had dreads, though, and was living in what used to be my sister's room, which was still pink and girly, although he did have a bunch of firearms mounted on the wall. There was this bum who kept rifling through our garbage each night, so Colin Mochrie goes out to chase him off. I hear a gunshot, and I look out and see Colin Mochrie is dead, killed by the vagrant who's peering around the corner at us, very creepily.
Wayne and I are shocked and outraged. I grab a pump-action shotgun and Wayne Brady gets what looks like a .45 handgun. We chase after the bum, but he eludes us initially. We're hunting him down, and we find him down by these train tracks with a baby stroller, his face covered in blood. I think the implication was that he had eaten a baby. And then the dream ends before any resolution.
-TG
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