What was your dream last sleep cycle?

Dreamt I was the Illusive Man.

Just sitting in his office, watching the death of a star.

 

I dreamt about playing one of the gen 2 pokemon games, except whatever one I had was some sort of hacked or glitched or something. Then I woke up at 4:15, and when I went back to sleep, I dreamt about the blue ninja turtle interrogating some guy, holding a cork gun to his neck and threatening to blow his brains out with it. Other than the cork gun, it was very dark and gritty, as well as convincing.

 

Leonardo is my favorite turtle :3

 

Part of my dream last night featured my friend having this weird drone kinda thing that would find anyone holding a certain tracking device and fuck them in the ass. So he gave me the tracking thing and I had a predictably fun time with the drone. I think my subconscious was trying to tell me something, but I can't quite put my silicon penis on what it was.

 

I had a dream where I was at the house of two female furs in DC (actual anthros), one vixen and one other species, but some sort of white or light colored fur, possibly a snow leopard. Either way, they were a couple. The vixen had to go out somewhere for an errand or something, and she left me a note of stuff I needed to do while she was gone. After she left, I unfolded the note, and the last thing (or possibly only thing) on the list was

"BTW, fuck the shit out of her~"

And then my mom decided to wake me up.

 

Nice dream but LOL

 

Had a dream a few days ago about dragons, Queen Chrysalis, and corn fields...

 

For the forth time in the last two weeks, I have woken up with a pillow under each arm, and wood......
*would really like to remember these particular dreams*

 

A pillow under each arm? You may be dreaming you're at the dentists.

 

Oh no, I have distinct impressions of two guys licking my nipples, and playing with my junk.

 

You need to find a new dentist, mate.

 

I can't imagine a single dentist that could make me feel that good. Plus, the next time I have to go to the dentist, he'll be ripping out all the teeth I have left. Not something I look foreword to, and plan to be put under.

 

I'm gunna cheat here because this dream happened probably over a year ago by now, but it's important to me. I don't really remember any of the context or specifics but I do remember that I used the term "my boyfriend" somewhere in the dream. At the time I wasn't really comfortable with how bi I was. At the time I thought I had a 10/90 split, so I was kind a weirded out by the thought of having a boyfriend and being proud of it. Also I have never had a boyfriend or girlfriend (single for 19 years) which just made it that much more weird for me.

I'm still kinda weirded out by the thought but now that I'm more comfortable with my 50/50 sexicle split it's not as terrifying I guess.

 

I had one that started bad then ended good: Was going to Arrendale to a formal Christmas party, I had the most dorky & childish looking dress ever, the whole trip there everyone on the train even small children where bulling me treating me like trash...then when I get there its no better... Anna & Else where complete and utter stuck up bithes (when they are not and never would be) and where confused on why me of all people where invited...they let me in...only cause my "uglyness" would give the "proper" guests entertainment...for a little bit I was looking for Hans since he was hated by them and I figured I should at least find one person I had SOMETHING in common with but he was never found (hes in jail duh lol) anyways went to the basment area, more people where there...more to make fun of me this time it was random characters from WiR's Sugar Rush, Vanallopie tried to stop them but they would not listen to her...then enters Ralph the only one besides Vannlopie who stands up for me and tries to help me out, and Ralph threatens to wreck anyone who keeps on bothering me...for the first time in that dream...I feel happy...I feel safe...he starts asking the guests questions like "Who is only hating her because someone else dose?" all of them raise hands...he then asks "How many of you only hate her in order to look good for the royalty here?" again...they all raise their hands, he calls them all weak, cowards and mindless sheep, he turns to me...sand says "when I look over at her I don't see any of those things you call her, I see someone who deserves to be happy, a beautiful woman who no one here is worthy of...someone I am worthy of" I don't remember much after that but he convinces me to join him in the dance hall, I feel so out of place cause of my dress... he tells me to just forget about it and just have a good time and if anyone tries to make me feel bad he'll knock them out...gawd i'm getting emotional again...cause IRL in walking life though I have a great boyfriend (LDR) I still don't have a whole lot of self confidence...I'm working on it though but...never has a dream made me really think so much...

 

Ok, it's weird. Me and some friends (have no idea who they were) walked into a mall that was inside an enclosed village but we weren't allowed to walk upstairs and were told that there is no 4th dimension here. Not sure how that related to anything. Anyway, apparently upstairs there was an old frail man who ran everything and (I don't know how I was up there) I was told I had to complete some missions for him. Can't remember what it was.
I started to... but I forgot what I was doing. I ended up in a big concert hall that was celebrating animals or something weird. Fuck, I don't know. And there was a celebrity animal called up but it wasn't showing up. So somehow I crawled under the seats to the back row to find it. Even though his name was Kitten something it was an owl. But it was shy and didn't want to go up until I petted it. Later on it turned into a kitten. Nature, you freaky!
Then it went back to the old man passing on the "missions" to a friend via the guys butler. For some reason the friend became me again at some point. The mission? Get the old guy his lunch. So I'm down at a restaurant... and I have no idea what I'm doing looking in a menu. But there were two helpful women there and I ask them what I should get for him. "Biblical baby back ribs". Yeah, I didn't get that either... but they kept saying it. And then asked if I was supposed to get him a drink and then they suddenly became less helpful and never gave me a straight answer.

Ok, no more white castles before bed.

 

Alright, this gets a little disturbing so bear with me.

I dreamt that I walking down to my shed one bright, sunny morning to get hedge clippers. The sun was shining, it was the perfect temperature, and the grass was greener than ever. On the way there though, I noticed my old childhood wagon, the green and red ones. I forgot the company that made them. Anyway, I'm looking at it and remembering all the fun I use to have. My dad would push me around and I'd control the direction with the handle. This is where it gets dark...

I start to telepathically move it back and forth, just moving my eyes. I'd look to one side of the yard, and it would roll over there. This went on a couple times, before I started making it collide with stuff. Violently. Trees, the shed, the fence. Everytime it hit something, pieces would fall off or break until it was nothing more than a chunk of plastic with broken wheels. I start laughing, only, it's not my laugh. This laugh is something dark. Something demonic.

All of a sudden I find "myself" (I use quotes there because it felt very out of body at that point) standing in my yard, only its winter. The trees are dead, it's snowing, there aren't any birds chirping. Everything is just quiet. I walk back to the porch towards the back door when I stop and notice another me (let's call this one angel me, and the original demon me) sitting by the door, on a chair, in a little area untouched by the snow. Like that small area was in the middle of summer. A bird flys over to angel me, a Blue Jay specifically. I don't know why I remember that so vividly. Angel me takes out a piece of paper and does a quick sketch, while Demon me watches curiously. The bird flys away and the picture Angel me drew fades away as well. Angle me stands and walks over to Demon me, who's just about to open the sliding glass door leading into my house. This is where both me's start to speak. I want you to try to imagine voices. Calm, soft spoken. Lifeless.

Demon me asks, "A bird?"

Angle me responds, "One's creativity should come from inspiration, wouldn't you agree?"

Demon me opens the door and steps inside my "sunroom", basically a room with many windows where the sun shines brightest. This room too is covered in snow, and empty. Angle me hesitantly follows, speaking in tongue before doing so. They then walk into my living room, again, snow covered and empty. They make their way down the hall, towards my room. Before standing at my door, both equal distance apart. In unison, they reach for the door handle, their hands converging and passing through each other. I wake up when they begin to turn the door knob, as if someone was walking into my room. I'm not sweating, or cold. Just a normal body temperature.

I'm typing this up, after that post in the other thread, trying to figure out if all that meant anything. Normally I don't remember my dreams, but this one is really sticking. I might talk to a couple people about this just to figure out what the hell all of that meant.

 

I wasn't in the dream. Wrex (from Mass Effect) was trying to barter his way up the California coast via buses and hitchhiking. He didn't have any money, but he did have a plastic bag with about a dozen green apples in it, plus one tangerine, and he was trading some of the apples for bus fare. He stopped at a grocery store to buy a knife, like a dagger or switch blade, and Snoop from The Wire was there, and she talked him out of it: blades bought at grocery stores are easy for law enforcement to track.

What the hell did I eat last night.

 

I had a dream last night that it was the apocalypse... or something... with zombie-vampires. They were scary. My group had four people in it. Me and one other guy and then two girls. It kind of played out like The Walking Dead or The Last of Us or something. We were first holed up at the home of one of the three other people in my group but it wasn't long before it became too unsafe, so we got in the car and were going to go to some other place where there might be some still-living people, or at least another safe house. There was something going on between myself and one of the girls, which was also extremely cliche and like something on a TV show but I was totally into it. xD Anyway. We got to this really cool looking house that was like... built off the ground and up in a tree and we realized it would be the perfect safe house.
It was a little bit run down but we were determined to make it work because if we could take out the stairs that went to the ground we could replace it with a retractable ladder and any zombie-vampires that appeared would be unable to climb up. However, as we were going through the house we were ambushed and then I woke up. ):
The weird thing is though, I feel like it's not the first time I had that dream. The house seemed familiar, but it was nothing like any house I know of IRL, so the only other thing I can think of is that I've dreamt it before. And the group I was with seemed familiar, but they weren't people I knew IRL either. I think they may have been based off of my own roleplay characters. Not sure. It was just weird that it felt so familiar like I've had the same dream before, or one very similar. Anyway, it was kinda cool. I like apocalyptic crap like that and while it was terrifying to be living it in the dream, now that I'm awake I wish I could go back and figure out how to keep my group safe. I just joined a TWD inspired rp forum so maybe that was where it came from.

 

Last night I had a weird and super-realistic dream of being on a battlefield. Sci-fi setting, think WH40k or Starcraft. I had a heavy set of armor, and a pulse rifle and I was repelling waves after waves of attackers... These weren't Chaos or Zergs or anything, they were... Werewolves. In the end though, I managed to run out of ammo and eventually got bitten by one. With the dream being so realistic I just woke up at the moment of bite with almost no air in lungs from fear, but with a little sting on the shoulder, where I was bitten in the dream, that quickly faded.
I should drink less on parties. (It was after a house party, where I drank a *little* too much xP) But I never had SO REALISTIC dream before. I mean, I could feel literally any tiniest detail - weight of the armor, friction of the servos, recoil of gun and... Just everything.

 

I would love to be bitten by a werewolf. xD But then again, if they were scary evil mindless werewolves, I suppose not. xD
Cool that it was so realistic though.