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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #175 on: February 02, 2011, 05:46:11 PM »
Why must all things be so bright? Why can things not appear only in hues of brown! I am so serious about this! Dull colors are the future! The next generation! I will never accept a world with such bright colors! It is far too childish! I will rage against your cheery palette with my last breath!

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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #176 on: February 02, 2011, 05:55:44 PM »
A more perfect example of trolling, there has never been. My hat is off to you, forum moderator.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #177 on: February 03, 2011, 04:28:25 PM »
I had this weird dream. Leonardo DiCaprio was staying at my house. There actually a couple other  people at my house like relatives and stuff, but for some reason he was staying. Now, I wasn't trying  to be all up in his **** like a fan would, because who needs some awkward ass fan all up in their  ****. Im sitting there on the couch watching tv and I'm thinking I have like a really versatile actor  in my home, and he's been here for like a week and I've barely talked to him. He was kinda lounging  around my house like he was a cousin. My mom is there and we go to put on some movie he wanted to  watch and it was just weird. I was thinking it might be a porn. I get up to clean the house a bit. My  uncle is there, he's acting strange. Apparently, he just like to camp out in the backyard.

So i go and grab a bunch of toys, Marvel toys and I start looking at them. Im sitting there and Leo  sts across from me. He's like "what do you do for fun in this city?", I'm like "i don't know coolidge  blows, its a small town there aint **** here to do." I'm thinking to myself possible location we  could go and they are just turing up to be places I wouldnt want to go. then he tells me "I just want  to get some poon-tang", I can't argue with that.  I then make some give away fan remark  quote from a  boys life, something Dinero says "here in concrete if you show you a boy who says he's got nothing to  do, i'll show you a lazy boy", butchering the line of course. In no way am i thinking I probably have  the best possible wingman.

So, I get ready to go. We step out back for a second. Leo is already getting drunk. He yells  something and wakes up my uncle. Then he starts talking to my uncle for a while. We sort of  appologized for waking him up out of his tent. Then the strangest fucking thing. Theres a baby  elephant in the backyard. I'm like woah. My uncle is like must have escaped from the zoo. I'm  seemingly distracted and I walk over looking for the hole in the fence. I walk over to this hole as I  peer through it theres an industrial section that leads to the neighboors yard..and they run a factor  or something. I guess we share like supplies or something. I stack the supplies up so nothing can get  in. I start walking towards the other side of the fence when I notice my uncle and Dicaprio are on  the roof. Theres a black bear on the other side of the fence. I run up the and climb to the top of  the roof. My uncle says to Leo "see, I told you he would make a B line" Leo hands my uncle some cash.  So i'm on the roof.

Thats when I notice all the creepy ass pictures of children on the wall. I'm like wtf. They line the  wall, none of the kids look happy. I'm like did some child killer live here before? IS this place  haunted? Thats when I fall. All of a sudden all these visions of really cool places dance in my head,  like location art to video games. Some places that look like Isengaard or gannon's tower, a  metropolis and such. I kinda wake up in my dream, and I'm at a party. All my friends are there. We're  sitting on the floor. My friend dale walks in. Will the white guy in the middle move over and give me  a spot. Some of them move. I move eventually, and he's like yeah you. I say "your dumb, im not even  close to the middle, what you can't do math?" My other friend turns up, "so patter i heard you drew  some pictures. that patter you think he's lazy, and sometims his thoughts are all over the place but  i think he just needs to takeand then I say with him "some riddelin"

then I wake up.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #178 on: February 03, 2011, 10:25:53 PM »
I had this weird dream. Leonardo DiCaprio was staying at my house.

That's as far as I got before getting scared of the rest.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #179 on: February 09, 2011, 03:22:28 PM »
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #180 on: February 12, 2011, 06:58:32 PM »
I just had a fucked up dream. It played out like a trailer for a movie.

A lot of the tones and colors were like 300 and pretty much every damn thing was in slowmo. But anyway...

It started with some golden-masked figure with a hood wallking down an old church or museum with only an oil lamp. Everything is pitch black except for him and the subtle glow of light on the nearby statues' faces.

It cuts to a courtyard that has view of a bedroom. At first you see what appears to be a woman lying peacefully on a bed with velvet red and gold sheets. But as the camera tracks forward, it becomes clear that the woman is lying still on a disheveled bed with gold sheets. A huge blunt wound on her head becomes the source for streams of thick blood flowing gently down to the ground. The door drapes flap open due to a gust of wind. And just before the camera enters the room, the scene cuts.

It cuts to a man running for his life through quiet city streets. The view is from the perspective of the chaser, calm and unmoved by the man's attempts to obstruct the path. The camera changes to inside a nearby church right to the side of the doors. The man bursts in a millisecond later and runs to the front. The camera tracks the shot sideways over pews until the man begins to repent on his knees near the wall at Jesus's feet. His praying is desperate and unheeded. The camera swings around him to his other side. You hear the door slam open. He lifts his hands to be heard, then the scene cuts.

It cuts back to the masked man who has just stopped in a room that appears to be dome like, almost like the shape of a bullet. The camera which at first was overhead, swoops in slowly from the previous corridor and gazes up. You can see the night sky through the window panes high above. The camera continues to move around the masked man to his front, then tracks up to his face where he beings chanting in a deep whisper. An eerie bass is heard. The camera jumps back to the overhead shot and now faint screaming can heard. The man now belches his chant with arms raised. The camera jumps back outside in the corridor and now everything begins to shake. Then the doors slam close.

The scene cuts back to the woman dead on her bed. The camera finally enters the room. It starts to glide over the woman in the fashion that she is going from right to left on your screen. As soon as you reach her head, a marbled hand appears.

The scene cuts to the man with arms open pleading to be heard, with the camera right beside him looking at the left side of his face. He lifts his head up and you can see his tears. Suddenly, a marbled foot crushes his head against the wall. The scene cuts.

Back to the woman and you now see the marbled hand go in her mouth. Like cancer, the woman starts to become marbled as well. You see it transfer to her neck, then the scene cuts.

Back to the masked man. The camera is in front of him in a wide shot as he belches his chant. The nearby statues begin to slightly move.

It cuts back to the woman and the camera tracks her infection to her feet.

Back to the masked man and the statues, unfocused, now walk off their podium.

Back to the woman and now the camera is on her eyes. The cancer quickly turns them to stone. Then she blinks to reveal her eyes are now all black.

Then "ILLUMINATI" shows up in the same writing as "300" while thunder claps and that's it.

Fucking weird.
« Last Edit: February 12, 2011, 07:06:45 PM by The Unagi »
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #181 on: March 15, 2011, 02:53:19 PM »
I had like the same dream that I had with Leonardo Dicaprio, only it was Justin Bieber at my house this time, and I was telling him about the Leonardo DiCaprio dream.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #182 on: March 15, 2011, 02:56:39 PM »
I had like the same dream that I had with Leonardo Dicaprio, only it was Justin Bieber at my house this time, and I was telling him about the Leonardo DiCaprio dream.

This made me lol pretty hard.

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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #183 on: March 15, 2011, 03:00:51 PM »
I was looking for this topic the other day since I had a odd dream.

I was swimming in the ocean and there was this giant shark and it was about to eat me so I cut its jaws off and you would think that would be the end of that but it somehow grew back its jaws on the remaining body and the cut and regeneration kept on happening till I woke up.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #184 on: March 15, 2011, 03:10:17 PM »
I was looking for this topic the other day since I had a odd dream.

I was swimming in the ocean and there was this giant shark and it was about to eat me so I cut its jaws off and you would think that would be the end of that but it somehow grew back its jaws on the remaining body and the cut and regeneration kept on happening till I woke up.

This dream means you are dealing with a frusturating situation where you feel hopeless.

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« Reply #185 on: March 15, 2011, 03:12:58 PM »
I was looking for this topic the other day since I had a odd dream.

I was swimming in the ocean and there was this giant shark and it was about to eat me so I cut its jaws off and you would think that would be the end of that but it somehow grew back its jaws on the remaining body and the cut and regeneration kept on happening till I woke up.

This dream means you are dealing with a frustrating situation where you feel hopeless.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #186 on: March 15, 2011, 05:54:20 PM »
I had the pear dream again...
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #187 on: March 21, 2011, 08:07:45 PM »
I had a dream I was trying to buy a Spider-man costume, but things kept on getting in my way. So, I never got to try it on and look in the mirror.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #188 on: March 21, 2011, 08:14:28 PM »
People around you are stopping you from bringing out your full potential.
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« Reply #189 on: March 21, 2011, 09:07:48 PM »
I could be Spider-man? That would be AWESOME

LOL, I'm pretty good at dream analysis so I had figured that much.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #190 on: March 22, 2011, 05:09:56 AM »
I was visiting someones house and that had a little miniature 'reference' edition of 'Interpreting Dreams for Dummies' displayed on their mantle piece. Kinda odd to have that but it was an interesting read.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #191 on: March 22, 2011, 09:42:17 AM »
I just had a dream that I wasn't in.
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« Reply #192 on: March 22, 2011, 12:36:25 PM »
I just had a dream that I wasn't in.

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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #193 on: August 16, 2011, 05:40:17 PM »
Anyone have dreams, either back to back or spread out, where you visit the same imaginary place? This place doesn't exist, you've never seen it before, you never drew it or imagined it while awake, but for some reason it is always the exact same in your dreams. I find it so strange that I can right now picture a place with incredible detail that I've never actually seen before. And the thing is, even if my dream doesn't revolve around it, I sometimes refer to it.

It's not my dream house or place, no pun intended. I don't want to live there. It is way to eerie; it has this weird "nice but creepy" quality to it. Still, I've partied there. I've had a blast with friends there. I've brought girlfriends there. I've even kicked back and fished there. But I've also gotten hopelessly lost there. And it was once the setting of a nightmare where a long-lost childhood friend of mine committed suicide.

For that past few days, but for literally throughout a year, I've gone back to this same place.

Anyone else experience something like this?
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« Reply #194 on: August 16, 2011, 07:50:38 PM »
Yeah, I have had experience with something similar, where my dreams take place in "The City" Its not quite like any other city I have ever been to, but I can visit different parts of it and I know where they are in relation to the rest of the City. In my latest dream I even had a map that showed me the locations.

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« Reply #195 on: August 17, 2011, 04:50:26 PM »
yeah, theres this weird huge place with cubicle bathrooms i keep ending up in thats connected to a theatre. Its some weird version of my middle school. Which actually is rubble now. Anyhow.


I had this dream I went to Tucson to meet with my friend Brian. I get there and I can't find his apartment, I start going through this set of apartments(which have showed up in other dreams). I go into a few of the wrong apartments, but then I eventually find him. we go to go eat and we decided to take this train to downtown, i dont have the change but my friend covers me. We end up stopping at this high school, and for about 20 minutes we see if anybody will notice we're not high school students. Then we wind up in this store connected to the high school and I think about how spoiled kids are today. I start walking, i talk to a congressman, and at this point I've lost my friend. So i take the bus all the way to the other side of town and I end up in another train station. Apparently Bill Murray is on the train, and i found out my friend got on it. Its a new train and was never ridden before. So it was the maiden voyage. I wait for 15 minutes and my friend arrives, that was pretty much it
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« Reply #196 on: August 20, 2011, 11:53:23 PM »
Just had a dream set in the future with hover cars, pearl white skyscrapers that were taller than clouds, and several vast courtyards and gardens that protruded from every building taller than five stories. I was working for some high powered technological firm with an 'N' as their logo, as the head developer of the future products division.

Everything was pretty mundane despite playing with holographic images and controlling little robots with my mind. For a while, I was at my lab working at my desk that was made out of clear malleable substance. I could shape it and stretch it to hold more things, and even fold it onto itself to create drawers.

I was working on an idea. Like Homer Simpson in his invention dream, I had no idea what it was. Still, I was controlling the tiny adorable man-like robots to do my bidding as I tried to perfect it. But soon I realize that am I late and rush off with whatever it was.


I arrived late to the meeting room. Everyone looked pissed off or disgruntled, despite how glorious this room was. It was a giant transparent vessel that projected out from the building like a thumb. I could see clouds flow by below my feet. To say the least, it was intense.


It didn't become clear to me what I was working on until I had to explain it to others. I began the meeting and threw down what looked like a lump of clay on the table. People around the room started to mumble with confusion and cynicism. I typed in a command on my wrist computer and displayed a hologram of a cute little animal character. It was a penguin with a stupid looking hat and a silly smile, waddling around the table. I then typed in another command and the mud sprang to life, shaping itself to form the penguin and animating itself after every move. People were beginning to become interested. With a smirk, I typed in another command and a hologram of a lion, now extinct, laid on the table. Another click on my wrist and the mud started to multiply, faster and faster, growing into a large puddle. Finally, it shaped itself into the beast, but this time it looked real. People were amazed as they nervously pet it to find that the hair felt as hair should. Others were astonished that they could feel its heart beat. The lion roared and everyone started cheering.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the mechanical cell; a programmable block that can replicate any carbon life-form."

The excitement in the room was at a fevered pitch with everyone discussing the possible applications, but I somehow ended up back in my office, looking at my tiny man-like robots fighting each other.  My secretary, a dark black-skinned chick with teal eyes, hair, and lips, appeared on my desk and notified me of a call. It's from my girlfriend. She popped up on my desk, in a star wars kind of way. She was wondering how the meeting went. I told her it went well to say the least. We talked for a bit, and I tell her we need to go celebrate. She'd love to but her plans changed and she won't be in town tonight, but I should still go out and have fun. I replied, 'alright' in genuine disappointment, but the little robots on my desk were dancing. She looked at them, and then tells me not to doing anything too crazy.

Ready to bounce, I put on my ribbed jacket that tightens around my body and closes automatically and say goodbye to my secretary. She rushed from her desk to try and tell me something but I'm already in the all glass elevator, waving. I turned around to see the sky with several stars punching holes through its violet hue. The elevator sped up and I went into free-fall, dropping below the clouds. My ears popped as a cushion of air returns me to my feet. Exiting the elevator, I received a phone call on my wrist with a number I recognize, but hadn't seen in years. That's when I see my ex in the lobby hangup her phone. Wow, I don't know what she was wearing, but it shimmered like scales on a fish, changing color as she walked towards. Needless to say, she looked amazing.


Even though in real life my ex and I are beyond cool, I became extremely agitated upon seeing her and walked out the door. All I heard was "Stogi! Stogi! Please, just let me say one thing!" She followed me to the parking garage. I swiped my card at a kiosk and after a few moments, the road splits to reveal my car as it pops up, hovering in front of me. She catches up to me. An argument ensues at this point. It centered around how hurt I was because she up and left before going on a trip we planned without even a days notice, only to call me from space telling me that she wouldn't be back for two years. I basically bitched her out but she somehow managed to convince me to take me out to dinner. I looked at my car, a sexy black on black lambo-hummer looking thing. 'Open'. The only door opened to my car, lifting the entire side and top to reveal a couch, a table with fruit and on the far wall, a screen. I hop inside and she does as well. "Where to?" The onboard computer asks in basically the same voice the robot from iRobot had. She says "The Manta Ray". I look at her surprised. I had never been there, but I've heard stories. Not many people are able to go to The Manta Ray as it is easily one the most elegant and exclusive restaurant in the city.


We get there and all the walls and ceiling are just one big aquarium. The blue hue of the water enveloped every fabric, every column, and every statue. It was sick.  We walked up to the host and he just greets us with a "Right this way." I looked at her as to say 'What are you planning?' and all she did was smile. We sat down in a secluded part of the restaurant where the floor was part of the aquarium. I was surrounded by lush coral reef and giant manta rays. The only guests next to us were some Spanish looking guy in slick looking fedora sitting next to his hot ass wife smoking what looked like an e-cigarette but much more elegant; they pretty much looked like they came from the 1930's. Next to them was some fat Asian dude with three banging models, all bronze in complexion but with different colored hair; one had silver white hair with strands of glow in the dark pink, the other was sun-blonde brown, and lastly, a collage of blue.


The host asks if we would like anything to drink. My ex ordered something called Spirit Wine. After commenting on the choice, he sat down two glasses, and they filled from the bottom up with what looked like water. He  served them to us then said the waiter will be right with us and dipped. Skeptical, I took the glass and I reluctantly cheered. As my lips touched the liquid, what was clear started to turn blood red. I took a sip and it was nothing like I had ever tasted before. It was as if dates, coconuts and olives had a baby. It was so good, God must of pissed into this cup. It was relaxing and awakening all at the same time. My senses were more acute and I felt myself becoming mentally sharper. I immediately took another sip turning the liquid red again, and it only intensified. It was fantastic. I downed it, set my glass back down and it filled once again.


I started to prod her with questions. Mainly, "So what the hell?". She explained how it wasn't her choice, she was forced to go. Little by little, my agitation evaporated and all the drama seemed to melt away. She began to tell me stories about her trip, detailing the wonders and adversities of living on Mars for a year. I couldn't help but find it fascinating, considering what I had just invented. We discussed a possible collaboration between our two lines of work, to which we both agreed it could be incredibly advantageous. Then we kinda paused. We filled up our glasses and I cheered her for real this time and told her it was really good to see her. She then sat closer and came on to me, and I let her in for a bit but soon pushed her back. I reminded her of my gf, but that just made her try even harder, but again I pushed her back. Eventually though, I couldn't resist. She began to kiss me and grab me, telling me how much she missed me. I was like "Where the... ****.... is this waiter?" The models across the way were staring, whispering to each other. I just smiled back at them and lifted my glass as she climbed onto my lap. That's when something caught my eye. My ex's necklace, the pendent looked like it was filled with some sort of blue smoke-like liquid. I stared at it, as she gyrated. My vision began to tunnel and blur; all time seemed to slow down, all sounds seemed to echo. Finally, I couldn't help but touch it. She gasped as the liquid turned a blinding white, then she awkwardly loosened up her grip and left for the bathroom.


WTF.


That's when I woke up.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #197 on: August 21, 2011, 01:01:29 AM »
sounds like you had a vivid flash of genius dream! Man I wish you could record dreams...and edit them hehe.
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #198 on: January 29, 2013, 03:50:26 PM »
Had a dream where I woke up from me comfy bed, went to the bathroom, sat down on me toilet seat...and then was strapped in like a theme park ride. My toilet raised up, tilted back and locked me in. I then went through me room, through the country, through the world...kinda naked. I woke up wondering, "Why?...Why on a toilet seat?"
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Re: In the dreamtime
« Reply #199 on: January 29, 2013, 03:52:57 PM »
Had a dream where I woke up from me comfy bed, went to the bathroom, sat down on me toilet seat...and then was strapped in like a theme park ride. My toilet raised up, tilted back and locked me in. I then went through me room, through the country, through the world...kinda naked. I woke up wondering, "Why?...Why on a toilet seat?"
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