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Wow, last night was really something in terms of dreams (I had just beaten Halo 2).

My first dream was alright by itself, I dreamt I was just chatting to this girl I used to like in college.. but it felt like talking to a picture for some reason.

My second and third dreams were horrific, they might have all been the same, but they seemed a bit different. They were zombie dreams (what's with me and zombies?).

The first part had me in a crowded mall, and zombies were rampaging through it. I was in the food court and ran to the nearest bathroom which was a small one room bathroom and slammed and locked the door. Trying to keep very quiet as I heard the screaming and growling outside. Soon enough though the zombies figured where I was and I started hearing the pounding and growling at the bathroom door and presently the wood began the splinter and the zombies started breaking through.

I don't know how, but I managed to slip-side through the zombies and start running like mad through the mall and came to a section of the mall where they had something that looked like movie-set buildings set up and I saw a ladder and climbed up to find more survivors. With me finally up there, they kicked the ladders away so the zombies couldn't get up and they were all milling around underneath us trying to get up. None of the other survivors nor I said anything.

Yet soon enough, the zombies figured out a way to start climbing when they started moving planks of wood from the construction around, so we did the next sane thing we could do and jumped out of the window to the outside which was a foggy morning, deserted trashed streets...

End of the 1st part

The second part had me out on the highways with a whole group of survivors trying to make our way out to find it blocked by a bunch of soldiers and protestors. Evidently the outbreak was only within California itself, and the soldiers/coprs were trying to prevent anyone from escaping, and surprise, the protestors were shouting at us not to infect them! I somehow wealesd my way through the crowd pretending to be a protestor only to see a large group of zombies come up from behind the refugees, evidently the zombies weren't going to be restrained anymore. In the chaos I made my way to police car half-surrounded by zombies and got in and was in a race to start the car before they could break in. I managed and started speeding off, to find out that the car had only a quarter of a tank in it.. shit. Then I woke up.

Oh, and in each instance of the dream, in my thoughts were a slow death by starvation and survival where the other choice might be to get a relatively quick death by being eaten alive.

I had a nightmare recently, too.

First, I saw one of my friends getting ran over by a car, though he survived.

Then, I played some computer game which appeared to be a Silent Hill/Resident Evil version of Grand Theft Auto.

The most horrifying however, was that I then dreamed about waking up in my bedroom, but with two demons near me and this pigeon. The demons said that the pigeon would pick my eyes out with its beak because I had done something in that game.

I managed to flee down to my living room, but when I returned to my bed in order to confront the demons, they had disappeared completely and the pigeon was nowhere to be seen either.

me decontaminating after a nuclear attack by disposing of
radioactive books and rubble, and holding a Geiger counter
was this night's dream

MKSheppard wrote:me decontaminating after a nuclear attack by disposing of
radioactive books and rubble, and holding a Geiger counter
was this night's dream

People aren't shitting about your obsession with nukes, are they?

Peregrin Toker wrote:I had a nightmare recently, too.

First, I saw one of my friends getting ran over by a car, though he survived.

Then, I played some computer game which appeared to be a Silent Hill/Resident Evil version of Grand Theft Auto.

The most horrifying however, was that I then dreamed about waking up in my bedroom, but with two demons near me and this pigeon. The demons said that the pigeon would pick my eyes out with its beak because I had done something in that game.

I managed to flee down to my living room, but when I returned to my bed in order to confront the demons, they had disappeared completely and the pigeon was nowhere to be seen either.

now that is a fucked up dream. No more grindcore before bed for you Mr. Johanson!

See, I only have normal dreams. Like the time where I viewed a battle between the Zerg and the Justice Leage (backed up by the Protoss and Godzilla) all in in a Starcraft overhead camera, so Godzilla and the Hulk were the same size.

Then there was the dream with the sixteen thousand Zakus that had been watching to much Gettar Robo... I don't know what was going on there. You try and figure that one out. I dare you.

Robert Walper wrote:

MKSheppard wrote:me decontaminating after a nuclear attack by disposing of radioactive books and rubble, and holding a Geiger counter was this night's dream

People aren't shitting about your obsession with nukes, are they?

And he woke up with a smile and a massive bulge in the sheets, too.

My last one involved vampires. (ala Blade, lots, if not all used a katana)

Me and my friends where like familiars and died like a bazillion times by 3 vampires that made Blade look like a pussy. Luckely we had somekind of "butterfly effect" thingy (the size of an I-pod) that allowed us to get back in the near past so we could alter our future. Even a small detail could completely alter the future.
So there is this time we knew we always died by those 3 ubervampires in the restaurant (we were in some kind of huge hotel for vampires by the way ). Not that they were after us, they were after someone else but they killed any vampire/familiar that happens to be in the same room anyway. We tried fighting them, ambushing or just running away but nothing worked but the enxt time we went back in time the restaurant is closed for some reason. Me and my friends just happen to stand next to these ubervampires and start talking and end up as friends which was really cool because suddenly we were in the elite (you know, armani suits, champain, servants... the usual )
Coolness didnt last long because there was a shadow group that wanted to seize power and were after our 3 new friends. Problem was they were as good but with 3 times more. So again back to me killing (but mostly dying because we were with too few). So eventually we contact a powerfull aristocrate vampire family to ally with. They agree if I tell them about the Stargate (appearantly I was a guardian of the stargate ) and this 50 year old woman who was head of the family kept hitting me (she was hot for her age tough )

long story short:

- A butterfly effect iPod is the best gadget ever. Especially when you get a katana in the face
- Vampires live in a huge 5 star hotel
- The stargate is real and somehow deep down I knew all about it

I tell ya, weird shit

Trytostaydead wrote:*snip*

yeah zombie dreams are fun. Had one too recently. Too many zombies and too few bullets

Ever have that one where you're standing there in Sun God robes, and thousands of virgins are throwing little pickles at you?

no, not yet

Frank Hipper wrote:Ever have that one where you're standing there in Sun God robes, and thousands of virgins are throwing little pickles at you?

At least once a week, but my virgins are girls. I always wondered what all those naked guys were doing at the other end of the valley.

I had a weird dream the other night (probably qualifies as horrible).

I had these impressive telekinetic powers. I was causing destruction and devestation on a large scale. Get this: Including creation of a mega ocean wave that was leveling a city. Not that anyone died in my dream (aside from the logical conclusion people should've).

As I recall, I was doing it to impress the population of religious fools around me who were just creating chaos and disorder. Guess my intent was to establish myself as the higher power they should be following instead.

Makes me feel guilty, considering the news.

Robert Walper wrote:I had a weird dream the other night (probably qualifies as horrible).

I had these impressive telekinetic powers. I was causing destruction and devestation on a large scale. Get this: Including creation of a mega ocean wave that was leveling a city. Not that anyone died in my dream (aside from the logical conclusion people should've).

As I recall, I was doing it to impress the population of religious fools around me who were just creating chaos and disorder. Guess my intent was to establish myself as the higher power they should be following instead.

Makes me feel guilty, considering the news.

C'mon, you can't blame yourself for how current events work their way into your dreams. It's not like it's something you have any control over.

Petrosjko wrote: C'mon, you can't blame yourself for how current events work their way into your dreams. It's not like it's something you have any control over.

Yeah, I know. But to be perfectly honest, in my dream I was impressed and even enjoyed that kind of power. Mind you, there was no sense of "death" in my dream, just the ability to knock over a city I suppose. But still, made me kind of wonder a bit. Guess if I'm doing that, I can't be too bad...

Must be my froidian side nagging me. *shrugs*

Robert Walper wrote:Yeah, I know. But to be perfectly honest, in my dream I was impressed and even enjoyed that kind of power. Mind you, there was no sense of "death" in my dream, just the ability to knock over a city I suppose. But still, made me kind of wonder a bit. Guess if I'm doing that, I can't be too bad...

Must be my froidian side nagging me. *shrugs*

There was no sense of death in your dream, so you weren't getting your rocks off on the notion of being able to get away with mass murder. To get slightly Freudian, call it part of a desire to impress people and have some real power, and by your own description to do some good as well. That's not exactly abnormal.

Just consider it a desire to do big, impressive things to compensate for your mismarked tape measure, if it helps.

Petrosjko wrote: Just consider it a desire to do big, impressive things to compensate for your mismarked tape measure, if it helps.

You bastard...have you no mercy? I pour my heart and worries out, and you attack my non existent self esteem.

PS: I'm kidding about the self esteem. Got plenty of it, I just misplaced somewhere. *keeps looking*

Robert Walper wrote:You bastard...have you no mercy? I pour my heart and worries out, and you attack my non existent self esteem.

PS: I'm kidding about the self esteem. Got plenty of it, I just misplaced somewhere. *keeps looking*

You know I love you Robert. It's just that brotherly kind of 'get you in a headlock and give you a noogie, then drag your underwear up and hook it on your forehead' love.

I had one weird fucking dream that ended with me being executed as I lay in the gutter (after having the shit kicked out of me) by one of my friends with a 1911.

Petrosjko wrote: You know I love you Robert. It's just that brotherly kind of 'get you in a headlock and give you a noogie, then drag your underwear up and hook it on your forehead' love.

Ahh...I get it! We're post count buddies! *points at post counts*

weemadando wrote:I had one weird fucking dream that ended with me being executed as I lay in the gutter (after having the shit kicked out of me) by one of my friends with a 1911.

...

Nice friend.

Robert Walper wrote:

weemadando wrote:I had one weird fucking dream that ended with me being executed as I lay in the gutter (after having the shit kicked out of me) by one of my friends with a 1911.

...

Nice friend.

Indeed. If that's your friend, than what are your enemies doing you all the time?

I get lot's of wierd dreams, mostly about war in some for or another. Either I'm on the frontlines fighting or doing covert op type stuff. A few times I'm even being a spy.

The few I ahven't ahve have been of a country where....well let's just say it's really amazing.

I used to have absolutely terrifying nightmares each and every night. It was the rare morning that I woke up rested and refreshed.

Night after night I would dream that I was dying in horrible ways, or was trapped inside my body while it commited unspeakable atrocities while I was helpless to stop it.

This went on for years, until one day when something died inside me, and since then I have been nightmare free.