Dream Thread

I had a dream that we were all going to die by Slender in a cool game and then just before Slender closed in on us my cousin randomly shouts, "At least DUCKS will own Slender"

What the hell! :lbf:

Well I guess ducks never turn back :D

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Thanks for bringing up the Dream Thread, Davie. It reminded me that I dreamt that Joey Ramone was my boyfriend. In my dream last night, we played video games together.
 
I've moved on dreams!!! Does anyone have dreams about their exes?
 
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Peterb said:
When you consider this in your waking hours, what do you think?
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I realize I miss him but getting back together is not an option at this time at least. We are still friends tho.
However, last night I dreamt that I was dating Dexter. Yesterday it was Joey Ramone. I wonder who I’ll date tonight.
 
Playcat2000 said:
I realize I miss him but getting back together is not an option at this time at least. We are still friends tho.
However, last night I dreamt that I was dating Dexter. Yesterday it was Joey Ramone. I wonder who I’ll date tonight.
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Being friends is important and in my opinion, vital in a good loving relationship.
My guess for tonights dream is........Marlon Brando (in his prime ofcourse).
Let me know if I'm right!
 
Peterb said:
Being friends is important and in my opinion, vital in a good loving relationship.
My guess for tonights dream is........Marlon Brando (in his prime ofcourse).
Let me know if I'm right!
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Ha! Yes, in his prime! Not the Godfather era! :lbf:
 
my little vaca could not have come at a better time :)
most of my dreams of late involve the setting being somewhere at my work :straightface:
even when the people in the dreams are not from the office or my students :eek:
here's hoping tonight is different :thumb:
 
In my dream last night I was taking my mountain bike out for a ride. I have a candy apple red mountain bike that I've had for years but when I went to get on it, looked different. It was all black and short and scary looking. I tried to draw a pic to show you what I mean. Sorry about the childlike sketch, I used the Paint feature to draw it. LOL

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I had the most weirdest dream ever. I was at a school party and then who shows up but Richard O'Brien! We decided to do a dance off to "The Time Warp" and then just sat drinking and socialising when all of a sudden Mr Blobby gatecrashes the party and causes mayhem body slamming pupils against the floors and walls and breaking all the disco equipment. The words "Blobby, NO" from O'Brien was priceless. I love these types of dreams :D
 
Rik Mayall appeared in my dream. Cool as ever! Funny enough I always seem to remember the celebrity ones!
 
The night before last, I had a dream that Sir Ian McKellen and Sir Patrick Stewart were in my apartment looking at my blu-ray collection. Last night I had a dream that I was in New Zealand with my family and (for some reason), Ewen Bremner. We were en route to Australia (which has also played a prominent role in my dreams lately). It was a very vivid dream and I remember standing on a big balcony looking at the soft green hills and stony black beach. After that we went to the kitchen to grab something and I was asking Ewen questions about his role in Julien Donkey boy and what it was like to work with Korine and Herzog on one project.

 
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Last night I had another weird dream. The feel of it was like a horror movie, but I don't think I ever felt scared. I dreamt that the whole world was going berserk because they thought armageddon had come. I was in a town that felt very old, and rustic, but small. There was talk of pig slaughter and old women selling wilted flowers and wreaths in the market. Anyway, the main part of the dream revolved around a priest, who was addressing his congregation when he faded away and turned into a sort of hologram of himself. He was moving slightly, flickering constantly and seemed to be alive still in the moment that he faded, but completely unaware of his surroundings. You could see him, but if you tried to touch him, your hand would go straight through, like, well, a hologram. The sky was filled with energy so dense and strong I could move it around with my hand. I tried to show people but the only person who saw what I saw was my brother in law. It was like a sky full of static. anyway, I found an old key and unlocked every ancient looking church that had been padlocked, and when I opened one, a man walked out. He was charming and tall wearing roman clothing. He immediately looked in a mirror and his beard and hair and clothes burst into flames and were replaced by modern clothing, dark hair and a clean shaven face. He told me that he was locked in the abandoned church and could no longer regulate the universe, so matter and energy had been slipping trough dimensional cracks. he threw me a coin and sauntered off the steps and away from me, and I woke up.
 
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After a dream last year in which I invented something so genuinely brilliant I woke and realised how great it was, then promptly forgot it, I have taken to keeping a notebook and pen by the bed.

I'm glad I did because this morning, about six, I woke from this dream. I swear to God it is true.

Nigel Farage knocks on my door and asks me if I would help him restore a very beaten up old 50s Morris Traveller. I agree, and as if by magic the car appears in my large, very well provisioned garage which I don't have. OK so far? Me. Farage. Garage. Good. I shall continue.

The car is restored impressively quickly for two men who appear to have limited knowledge of such things. Seconds, in fact. Nigel tells me that he wants to paint the car a pale blue, rather than the dark green it is currently. No problem. It is done.

Time for a test drive, says Nigel, and we get in the car and head off towards London on the M4. Nigel informs me that we are off to Heathrow to see how well she flies. "Nigel, it's a car.", I inform him. "It hasn't got any wings." "No matter." he replies.

Within a few minutes we find ourselves on the main runway, and Nigel says "OK, let's get out, she's going to fly herself." "What?" "She doesn't need a pilot." he tells me.

We jump out, and sure enough she sets off down the runway, and lifts off the ground and is away. As it climbs the car starts to blend into the blue sky, and by the time it is a few hundred yards away is completely invisible. "Nigel, where's she going?" "I don't know," replies Nigel. We stand staring into the sky in silence. The car never returns. I wake up.

So, pretty obvious imagery. The Morris is Britain, clearly, the paint and its subsequent importance is the reality of what might happen. Why this dream, now? Farage has been on TV for weeks, and a few nights ago Wheeler Dealers on the Discovery channel restored a Morris Traveller.

I hold no animosity towards either Farage or Ukip. Politics, innit? Democracy. The people will decide, and that's the way it works. Somewhere in my subconscious, however, things seem to be bubbling up.

Tomorrow, Ed Balls asks to borrow a hundred quid to open a corner shop.
 
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Johnny, I love that dream you had :lbf:

Dreams are weird. I'm glad I now know that I'm not the only one who dreams about having relationships with other people. Mrs Davie said that it's very rare I'm in her dreams as she's getting married to other boys in them. It did make me laugh :lbf:
 
DAVIE said:
Johnny, I love that dream you had :lbf:

Dreams are weird. I'm glad I now know that I'm not the only one who dreams about having relationships with other people. Mrs Davie said that it's very rare I'm in her dreams as she's getting married to other boys in them. It did make me laugh :lbf:
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I dream about famous people quite often, and it always starts the same way: "So-and-so knocks on my door." I'm like an agoraphobic Mr. Benn. ;)



My Morris dream reminds me a bit of the story told by Tacitus and Suetonius about the Emperor Claudius as a boy. Claudius was considered a fool because he had a club foot and a severe stammer. He was an embarrassment to his family, and was never thought to have been likely to become Emperor.

One day he was in the palace gardens with his friends and an eagle flew over and dropped a wolf cub and Claudius caught the bloodied, injured cub in his robe and it was nursed back to health. An augur was summoned and told the family that the meaning was clear: the wolf cub was Rome and one day Claudius would save the city from destruction. The prophesy was considered so outlandish it was kept a state secret.

Britain is a Morris Traveller restored to its former glory by Nigel Farage only to disappear into the ether never to be seen again. This I dreamt, the 25th of May, 2014.

Talking in my sleep is a big fear. I solve this in part by being in a relationship with a woman from Brazil whose relatively poor English is only offset by my total ignorance of Portuguese.
 
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