Fox
Regular Joe
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Post by Fox on Nov 12, 2004 11:58:58 GMT -5
I had a dream last night, it was pretty weird... Beefy and Nitsuj were at T's house, I think actually living there. I was trying to get out my house to go there but unfortunately I had to deal with everyone who wanted me to stay. I was at my old house back when I actually lived NEAR something and not in BFE. So my family is talking and I go outside where these wierd butterfly faerie looking things keep messing with me trying to drag me over to a tree by my brother's window with this fly looking things on it, course I don't go, who trusts a faerie? anywho, the old gray storage shed in back is moved where the tan one was and the tan one is now gone. So I immediately try to see whats in it but its locked. I try to crawl up on the roof and see in but its all the same stuff as we use to keep inside the gray building. SOOO another green faerie comes along and starts fucking with me. I immediatly try to catch the bastard and come inches away from the giant fly bush but then jump back out the way. Right about now I'm thinking to myself, "what the hell..." so I jump up on the roof and slip and fall ripping a shit load of wire and half the side of the building the first thing that comes to mind is "I'm boned..." then I look inside, there are these kennels inside and there are bloodhounds down there. Evidentally it was illegal in my dreams to have bloodhounds. SOOO I'm looking down there are to the left and all the way back there is a fire protal thing. Big red and firey. I look to the side and a Cerebus looking thing was in the last kennel immediately I go back up to the house and question my step father about it and he's blowing me off. So I begin cussing out the family and they begin getting angry with each other and decide to take a family vacation in which I get to jet out and go to T's house. On the way to T's I get lost, and lost good in some back ass woods where I hear a banjo and immediatly slam on the gas and going about 90 when I hit a speed bump that some how magically makes my car fly as I land on the street where T's house resides. Then I wake up.
Pretty friggin weird no? You'll be happy to know that this was on of my more normal dreams. I got dreams about evil worms that travel through the ground and go up into people and control them by eating out there insides. I got dreams about werewolf prostitutes that I feel so bad about that I rescue them from harley bike thugs. Dreams about losing my flying powers as a super saiyan when I'm on a hay ride while its snowing evidentally in russia. Dreams about vicious aliens who hide in my house but when confronted throw a party complete with human penuata they hit with laser guns but their cool, chillin. Then theres my reaccuring dreams that happen every year or so like... The green cola that turn me into a werewolf like my father. (blood father not step) The witch on the beach who tells me a prophecy about how I will one day make the greatest pie. The dream about the fox turning me into a fox so that I could turn others into a fox. and that save the werewolf prostitutes from the harley bike thugs was a raccuring dream but I haven't had it in about two years or so. REALLY weird friggin dreams...
I dunno why I typed all this up but I had to put it down before I forgot it.
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Post by T. Miller on Nov 13, 2004 7:40:37 GMT -5
Look's like T's place is THE place to be this year!
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Post by beefbrainmchitfist on Nov 13, 2004 11:59:32 GMT -5
Look's like T's place is THE place to be this year! yeah even in Lunchbox's dreams I dont' like dreams personally. If I think I cans do something to stop them I usually do it. Dreams are one of the few things that actually can fuck with my head for when have dreams I can't tell if they're real or not so I pretty much end up screwed until I wake up. And by the way I never ever ever have good dreams, I can't remember the last time I had a good dream and if you know me you know I never forget anything (unless it happened like 5 seconds ago). I strongly disapprove of the existence of my dreams.
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Post by T. Miller on Mar 20, 2005 22:21:10 GMT -5
I had a really wierd dream last night... I was in a house that I had never seen before, but apparently it was my own house. There was me and this little brown and white mutt of a dog in the living room. For some reason, I was visciously abusing this dog... kicking the hell out of it over and over. Its teeth were falling out, bones in its front right and back left legs were shattered. The ribcage was mis-shapen where ribs had been cracked. Something was in its eye - vitreous fluid was seeping out, mixing with its bloody saliva. There were bruises and scrapes, some bleeding, some badly infected and oozing. It was dripping on my floor, made of honey coloured hardwood. I couldn't stop kicking it, and it was taking all this abuse silently. Its breathing was extremely laboured, and it was just lying there on the floor. I suddenly felt shocked by this destruction, disgusted with myself and with itself - its mere existence grated on me. I felt a notion that I should finally end its suffering and put it out of its misery, but I couldn't - somehow, despite all that I had done, I couldn't have its death on my conscience, even if it was a merciful death... so like a coward, I opened the door. As it staggered out, adjusting to having only two functional legs, I thought to myself that when it finally died, my hands would be clean of it. I have no control over the world outside my door - If the dog were to die outside, it would not be a mark on my soul. It staggered off into the dusk, and I awoke with a queasy feeling in my stomach, and shame. How could I think in that fashion? It is utterly unlike me to be like that, much less that violent and viscious. I'm a very warm and caring person, and found such a dream to be very unsettling. Images of that dog have been haunting my mind all day, as if it were asking me what I had done to it...
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Mar 28, 2005 18:58:04 GMT -5
Its like when I have dreams where I blow up a place or kill someone. I can't kill someone and refuse to do so unless they threaten me or my family and even then I would feel guilty for taking life. That image does seem morbid. I'm not going to try and pick apart a dream psychologically cause its bullshit, no one knows what dreams really mean and those who pretend they do are bigger fools than the fools who don't know. I think it was best said:
"I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor and surviving."
Dreams are fucked up and remind us to much of the struggle with our own world, though I disbelieve in reality truly. I think a man can live 1,000 life times in dreams but only one in life. So which is better?
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Post by UncleJager on Sept 4, 2005 8:20:21 GMT -5
I had a bunch of wierd dreams last night, I only remember two, but one I only remember a small part of. The one I remember better had my family and I at an airport. We were hungry so we stoped by the local fast food joint, a Taco Bell. We all ordered, and my parents stuff had already come out and they had gone and sat down. I was hesitating on what to order and ended up getting two crunchy tacos and a beef burrito. But my order never seemed to come up so I kept walking around the crowd. Then I finnaly realised that the top of my receit was missing so I had no #. I went up to the counter showed my receit and they gave me my food But there was only one taco, so I complained and they gave me the other taco but took my burrito, which the server promptly began eating. It fell apart in his hands and ended up all over his shoes, serves him right! I went and sat down with my rents and told them about what happened to my food. So my dad got up and went to complain. I tried my taco and It was all soggy so I yelled after him not to bother. Alright this all doesn't sound too wierd but consider that we were at an airport, the planes were parked around this taco bell like cares and there was no roof on the building in fact I think it was all on grass between the runways. And where we sat had those round red metal tables like McDoo's used to have in their outdoor kiddie parks. Dreams are supposed to mean something right? I wonder what soggy tacos in a outdoor taco bell signify?
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Post by T. Miller on Sept 5, 2005 4:46:22 GMT -5
I had a wierd dream last night too, which is why I've been up since 5......(well, the first time i was up was around 3)
I don't remember much but it seems I still had my late gerbil Renfield. Instead of his glass fishtank, the sides were made of screening, like window screens. He had chewed a hole in the screen adn kept getting out, so I caught him and put him in his run-ariound ball so he wouldn't get lost. At this point, he started to act sick, like he did before he died. So I'm walking around th ehouse looking for stuff to repair the tank. I guess I was moving soon - my bedroom at my parent's house (where I still lived, apparently) was rearranged with large items of furniture missing, like the bed and the computer desk. I head outside and then I'm in town, driving a white 50s-era pickup truck, an old Chevy. Renfield is still in his ball with me. I drive over to this old woman's house where she kept a safe house for unwanted pets so they wouldn;t be put to sleep, and I'm asking her about excess cats we have around our house (I hadn't seen any though). There was the usual assortment of cute cats and puppies and stuff hanging around this woman's white house, and we were sitting in a pleasant little garden. Then I'm apparently in town again, on my to another visit at this woman's house. I stop at a gas station and spill some gas on the ground before puting $2.56 worth of gas in my truck - a pair of motorcycle cops laugh at me before pulling away. Renfield is still in the truck. I get to the woman's house and I'm back in the garden again with the woman, I had showed up without calling in advance or anything so she was a bit annoyed. Sitting there I noticed she had some sort of view window over her mouth and what looked like a yellow light inside. the window was blood-spattered, and I could see a tiny little kangaroo bouncing around inside. She was explaining that she couldn't find homes for the litter of cute puppies, so a truck was pulled up into the back yard and a guy was running around catching each one. They were all sitting in the back of the truck looking all happy but they were all muzzled in tiny little muzzles and they were going to get carted off to be euthanized. While we were discussing this, some guy in a brown park ranger style uniform came up and sat next to us while he impregnated a pile of koalas in individual organza bags with a syringe, and then slid the writhing koalas on the floor between me and this woman. I'm still trying to talk to this woman while getting unnerved and the truck is gone with the puppies but now there's a refridgerator here. I guess I had forgotten about Renfield... anyways, these 2 kind of raggedy looking little kittens are by the garbage can that is now by the fridge, eating something. Theres an orange stripey one and a black one with white feet. These 2 big black women come along, carrying a pizza box. One of them has on green pants and a black tshirt. She's the one holding the pizza box, and she trips over the kittens, falling on her ass. She fell or rolled on one of the kittens on the way down, and now the pizza box rested on top of it. I run over and toss away the box, yelling something along the lines of "You heifer! You squished the kitten!". The poor beast (the orange one) under the box looked miserable, kind of sqaushed and legs at wierd angles with a look of horrible pain on its face. Some sort of undiscernable liquid/gruel/stuff had been squished out of its mouth. It staggered up (now it was the black one) and tried walking, itwas wheezing and clicking and one of its legs was dragging, no longer remembering a second ago when it was happily eating garbage, only aware of its current misery. The black women were gone and the original old woman was still ther with the yellow viewscreen over her mouth and I try to leave feeling guily about whatever beasts left in that place but realising there wasn't a whole hell of a lot I could do but to just not know so I coudn't think about it... and then I woke up. again. and here I am.
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Post by T. Miller on May 8, 2006 22:06:30 GMT -5
I dreamed that we went to China and they didn't want us there. That's about all I remember.. sorry...
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Post by T. Miller on Jun 17, 2006 11:10:21 GMT -5
Another strange dream... I was knocked out for 11 hours last night. Wow. Anwyasy... I dreamt that I was going towards this office blg with a bunch of whales following me, flopping on the ground as they pulled themselves along. We go down a very long dirt driveway and enter the blg. We're going up and down corridors and around offices and up and down stairwells. After much climbing and walking, we get to the courtyard of this bld which faces and is open to the front; I'm not sure why we had to go throughthe blg. There was a large lake in front of the offivce blg and the sun weas beginning to set. All the whale s begin to slither into the water, and I am walking ast them saying "Congratulations Graduating class of 2006". I felt a twinge of sadness, I guess because I missed Jager's graduaion recently. With all that done, I start to walk around the lake back towards the road. It's heavily wooded ar ougn the lake, but there's a path. I'm walking a long and a yellow lab catches up to me and walkes with me. It had obviousoly been swimming, so I asked if it fet graduated. It stated "No, not really." Then it continued walking with me. I get back to the driveaway and the dog is gone. Jager's there next to an old pickup truck, waiting for me. We get it, but it turns into a bus. We walk to the front and Jager has to show some papers to get off the bus; I have to explain that I'm his guest. We get off and it's a truck agian, and we're3 still in the driveway. We get in the truck and go back to a motel lije place where it seems that we a re living, along with sucose and sessho, but sessho wasn't sessho, but someone else I know shairing th esame first name. We're living in a big suite. There's some wierdness I don't remember, but there was a chase, then me standing in a bathroom stall watching camera footage of me recorded som4time earlier, then I come back out into the suite and sucosa asking me about how one of the bills is shared. The other guuy gets pissy and elaves, and we go out with him to the pickup truck. Did I mention it wa s a 50s style old truck? We call the motel people and tell them that so and so is leaving, like they're supposed to come d o something. The news comes out, and sucosa nad I were in our nightclothes so we all changed into scrubs. I 'm not sure what happened after that.
In anothe raprt of my dream, I think in the doorway with the wierrd stuff become I came back into the suite, I dreamed that my father was working at a grocery store, apparenty so did I. I approach the front checkout and the guy at the register says I should go get my father so he can be on register too. I argue and state that he probably doesn't really want my father on the register, but he tells me it's either me or him that's going to be up there. I don't remember if I went and got anyone wr what. I remember it was a home depot type store, but with grocery store type shelves instead of the giant ones. My frather was stocking at the time.
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