Conquer Club

TA1LGUNN3R wrote:tl;dr

TA1LGUNN3R wrote:I had a really strange one a couple of weeks ago... I met this random French guy here in the States, and he offered me a job at some expensive restaurant/entertainment place he owned for lots of money. I was still living here, but would fly to Paris like 2 or 3 days a week and work there and then come back home.

Of course, one day I was running late, and I was having a problem getting a ticket at the airport. The guy selling tickets said the flight to Paris was already gone (keep in mind the closest airport has no international flights and only some of those puddle-jumper planes) so I was all flustered and in a rush. I kept calling my French boss (forgot his name... something frenchy) and was telling him I'd be like an hour late. I asked for another flight, and he pulled out this flight list, which was this weird board with the flight locations named on little pieces of wood hanging from the main board on string (like an old sign post or something). The bottom pieces didn't even have names, just symbols that I didn't understand.

So anyway, I bought a ticket to Avignon and tried to hitchhike the rest of the way to Paris. I got there, but was too late for the shift. The restaurant had had to close down because I didn't show up on time, so my French boss was yelling at me, sometimes in French, which I have only a limited understanding of. Somehow I kept my job.

After we had cleaned up, the crew and I started partying and we went outside. One thing led to another, and I was cuddling with this cute French girl under the sky, when I shifted a little bit and started rolling down this hill. I kept trying to grab hold of some bushes and roots and stuff, but they couldn't support my weight. The whole time the French girl was screaming, and every time I hit like a rock or something, I kept listing the bones that I was probably breaking or muscles I was tearing (I finished my first semester of A&P last term, so all this stuff is fresh in my head), and then I rolled over a cliff. I didn't know there were any cliffs in Paris, but there were (was?) in my dream. I woke up after I went over the edge.

And that's about as much as I can remember from that one.

-TG

InkL0sed wrote:Here's an old one I just found:


I am constantly running from the Secretary of State (Hillary Clinton) in a 10 floor building similar to my own. I seem to be in trouble for something that happened during the alphabet presentations (something from an earlier dream). Usually I run up to the 10th floor for sanctuary, but one time, I attack someone who I think is chasing me but isn't, causing Hillary to bring the entire government to arrest me. I stop running on the 10th floor because I know I can't outrun them. There ceases to be a coherent plot; however, at one point, I am watching the President (not Obama, some white guy with a moustache), talk to people eating in a tiny restaurant somehow very high in the air. It occurs to me that the President is not eating because he only eats his personal chef's cooking, for safety. In the end, I am surrounded by "allies" (members of the former administration, including the former President), telling me to let the other party lie as they fight each other in a giant tent-like encasing. But I object because they are lying. I have a realization involving my own hypocrisy, because I lied about something (can't remember what) too. I reveal that the President cross-dresses, but the former President only cross-dresses.

BigBallinStalin wrote:

TA1LGUNN3R wrote:I had a really strange one a couple of weeks ago... I met this random French guy here in the States, and he offered me a job at some expensive restaurant/entertainment place he owned for lots of money. I was still living here, but would fly to Paris like 2 or 3 days a week and work there and then come back home.

Of course, one day I was running late, and I was having a problem getting a ticket at the airport. The guy selling tickets said the flight to Paris was already gone (keep in mind the closest airport has no international flights and only some of those puddle-jumper planes) so I was all flustered and in a rush. I kept calling my French boss (forgot his name... something frenchy) and was telling him I'd be like an hour late. I asked for another flight, and he pulled out this flight list, which was this weird board with the flight locations named on little pieces of wood hanging from the main board on string (like an old sign post or something). The bottom pieces didn't even have names, just symbols that I didn't understand.

So anyway, I bought a ticket to Avignon and tried to hitchhike the rest of the way to Paris. I got there, but was too late for the shift. The restaurant had had to close down because I didn't show up on time, so my French boss was yelling at me, sometimes in French, which I have only a limited understanding of. Somehow I kept my job.

After we had cleaned up, the crew and I started partying and we went outside. One thing led to another, and I was cuddling with this cute French girl under the sky, when I shifted a little bit and started rolling down this hill. I kept trying to grab hold of some bushes and roots and stuff, but they couldn't support my weight. The whole time the French girl was screaming, and every time I hit like a rock or something, I kept listing the bones that I was probably breaking or muscles I was tearing (I finished my first semester of A&P last term, so all this stuff is fresh in my head), and then I rolled over a cliff. I didn't know there were any cliffs in Paris, but there were (was?) in my dream. I woke up after I went over the edge.

And that's about as much as I can remember from that one.

-TG

She pushed you. I saw it all.

JockMeOff wrote:What if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up, you could plug it into your computer and watch them all over again?

InkL0sed wrote:

JockMeOff wrote:What if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up, you could plug it into your computer and watch them all over again?

Actually, one day there might be something that does something like that.

http://newscenter.berkeley.edu/2011/09/22/brain-movies/

BigBallinStalin wrote:

TA1LGUNN3R wrote:I had a really strange one a couple of weeks ago... I met this random French guy here in the States, and he offered me a job at some expensive restaurant/entertainment place he owned for lots of money. I was still living here, but would fly to Paris like 2 or 3 days a week and work there and then come back home.

Of course, one day I was running late, and I was having a problem getting a ticket at the airport. The guy selling tickets said the flight to Paris was already gone (keep in mind the closest airport has no international flights and only some of those puddle-jumper planes) so I was all flustered and in a rush. I kept calling my French boss (forgot his name... something frenchy) and was telling him I'd be like an hour late. I asked for another flight, and he pulled out this flight list, which was this weird board with the flight locations named on little pieces of wood hanging from the main board on string (like an old sign post or something). The bottom pieces didn't even have names, just symbols that I didn't understand.

So anyway, I bought a ticket to Avignon and tried to hitchhike the rest of the way to Paris. I got there, but was too late for the shift. The restaurant had had to close down because I didn't show up on time, so my French boss was yelling at me, sometimes in French, which I have only a limited understanding of. Somehow I kept my job.

After we had cleaned up, the crew and I started partying and we went outside. One thing led to another, and I was cuddling with this cute French girl under the sky, when I shifted a little bit and started rolling down this hill. I kept trying to grab hold of some bushes and roots and stuff, but they couldn't support my weight. The whole time the French girl was screaming, and every time I hit like a rock or something, I kept listing the bones that I was probably breaking or muscles I was tearing (I finished my first semester of A&P last term, so all this stuff is fresh in my head), and then I rolled over a cliff. I didn't know there were any cliffs in Paris, but there were (was?) in my dream. I woke up after I went over the edge.

And that's about as much as I can remember from that one.

-TG

She pushed you. I saw it all.

strike wolf wrote:I had a weird vivid dream last night. The world was invaded by green aliens (Not sure what they wanted because even while attacking they seemed kind of complacent to people escaping). We tried to fight back with bombs and weapons but while the fire from the bombs did have some effect, each alien was actually like a colony of unicellular organisms that would just grow back together and they had weapons that fired electricity instead of bullets or energy beams but they mainly fought hand to hand and were extremely fast (chasing down cars). Anyways I end up escaping to Area 51 on a top secret government motorcycle and it turns into me and the scientists there have to find out the best way to stop them before nuclear bombs are dropped. In the end I found out that they used electrical weapons because that had particularly strong effects on their own species as the interruption in electrical stimuli (which is how they communicated between cells) caused them to fall apart and damaged them to the point that they weren't able to get back together with each cell being unable to survive on its own. We also found out that Hydrogen Peroxide and Sodium was highly poisonous to them, so me and an army of scientists robbed a convenience store, guarded from their electrical weapons with anti-conductive armor and armed with tasers, specially modified electrical weapons and packets of salt along with Hydrogen peroxide "Grenades". The plan was with communication being down at Area 51 we needed fight our way across country and break through alien lines to the Pentagon so that we could send word to every country that we knew how to kill the aliens. It was about at that point that I woke up.

TA1LGUNN3R wrote:do your dreams have a general theme or direction?