last night i had a dream that i was some sort of sorcerer/wizard and this rival dude was trying to kill my entire family. i spent the night casting counter spells to snatch them back when he kidnapped them. then, when i finally thought i had him defeated, there was this documentary or something going on about this massive kidnpping he did; i was all freaked out about it and lo and behold he comes back and i have to go about saving people again.

i am so tired.

What hours your working today housemate?

So it all started off with the Cybermen landing on Earth at which point they started turning everyone into more Cybermen. Myself and a bunch of other people were trying to get away but it seamed like we were going to get captured and converted.

Then Odo from DS9 popped up as a Cyberman, and tricked some Cybermen into destroying each other at which point everything started going into chaos and we got away. Then we found ourselves in the rebellion's headquarters where we were planning an attack on the Cybermen's main base where we had to drop a bomb down a small thermal exhaust port to blow up their base and thus liberate the whole Earth.

Anyhow, so we were all in a gym for a long time. There were a bunch of the X-Men there, along with some wizards etc. During one of the Cybermen attacks, people started using guns at which point I went on a rant pointing out if you have super powers, why the hell are you using a gun!

So after a bit we all get into early WWII era planes and start flying down a trench where we drop a bomb from a divebomber and all the Cybermen go heywire!

The end.

Wow! That sounds fun! Mine are always more like: "oh no! I'm trying to dial a phone number, but I just can't get it right!" all night.

Actually I physically woke up due to some stimulus but the dream was so cool I went back to bed and finished the second half!

I was taking a train ride down into NYC the other day, and as I'd, (as usual), had virtually no sleep the night before, I took a nap on the way down. At one point I had a brief dream where an ex of mine and myself were talking, and she told me that she was pregnant. I woke up long enough to jot down a note: "I hate my imagination".

I guess this caught my eye because I was thinking about starting a "list your dream and we'll all wait to see if it's prophetic" thing elsewhere.

Last night I dreamt I was at some sort of art gallery event. They were projecting old movies German Expressionist stuff from the '20's up on the walls (off to the side) and everyone seemed to be dressed in greys, silvers and white ...

Louise Brooks was up on the wall (can attribute that to a realworld mind thing though: I just bumped PANDORA'S BOX down my Netflix queue for BATTLE FOR ALGIERS, so she's in my mind)
Louise Brooks

Anyway, it was cool because model Kate moss was there at the party, and she walked through the projector beam -- people complained and ooooh'd and awwwww'd -- but as she stepped out from the image flowing across her, Kate Moss had dragged Louise Brooks' soul out of the movie and was wearing it across her --but she was still kate Moss, moving though the party crowd, talking and laughing and touching people.

kate cover

She was in a glittery gown, all beads and sparkles, and it was throwing light up on the ceiling like a mirror ball, and first one then another party guest was staring up at the lights moving on the ceiling in awe, then fear.

The lights on the ceiling were stars, and the stars were moving into constellations, and revealed a comet or a meteor (it had a feeling of huge heavy horrifying WEIGHT in my chest, I knew it would IMPACT and destroy the world) ...

And i looked down at Kate Moss (knowing everyone else was hypnotized looking up in fear) -- and she was staring right at me, laughing, because i was the only one who looked back down at her, to see her reaction.

She laughed, and her gown became brilliant water, and poured down off her naked body, and she said "It's just water and light" and ... I can't grasp what that meant.

Maybe "don't worry, it's illusion, it's a projection, it can't really happen" ... but there was still this huge sensation of mass and impact and collision about to happen ... both sexual and destructive, world-wrecking ...

Watch the skies for comets and meteors, colliding stars, I guess ... watch Kate Moss and water symbols. I predict sexy doom!

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too much teachers...

i had a dream last night that Simon from Teachers was in the Spartan army from 300. same character, same fucking up. he was desperately trying to stay out of Leonidas's way the entire time but every once in awhile he'd show up, cross his arms and look very disapproving

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Originally posted by silly plundering punk:
too much teachers...

i had a dream last night that Simon from Teachers was in the Spartan army from 300. same character, same fucking up. he was desperately trying to stay out of Leonidas's way the entire time but every once in awhile he'd show up, cross his arms and look very disapproving

Oh. My. God.

That's the funniest thing I ever heard.

*writes to Channel 4 for a TV show idea*

Oh, and I dreamt I was bald. Wonder what that means...

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Originally posted by Dark Mark:

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Originally posted by silly plundering punk:
too much teachers...

i had a dream last night that Simon from Teachers was in the Spartan army from 300. same character, same fucking up. he was desperately trying to stay out of Leonidas's way the entire time but every once in awhile he'd show up, cross his arms and look very disapproving

Oh. My. God.

That's the funniest thing I ever heard.

*writes to Channel 4 for a TV show idea*

it was very amusing.

Surprised you didn't have a dream involve Maggie

poor maggie. simon is such a bastard.

Sigmund Freud would have been proud of me. This is the dream I had the night before my birthday.

So I dreamed I was at this conference on property and real estate to report on it.

And all the investment experts were sitting in a circle and passing around a huge (head-sized) lollipop. (Whee! There we go, Sigmund.) It was bright yellow and shaped like a fat coin. (Money) There was an arrow on it pointing up to indicate what direction to lick. (Hearkens back to when I'd told my friend about the propensity of Americans to label directions very clearly, something that struck me as a bit anal.)

The men thought the whole ritual quite normal, but the one or two women who were there were obviously icked out. The third person in turn was a woman who surreptiously tried to find a place to lick that hadn't been licked yet.

She then passed it back to the two men before her, who lost interest in the lollipop and instead began sticking their tongues down each others throats. And then everything turned into a big, silent French kissing orgy among real estate and property investors.

Hubby's comment: "You don't have a high opinion of them, do you?"

That is veryFreudian, isn't it?

I dreamed I was climbing up a cathedral tower with, oddly enough, Armando Iannucci. I was terrified the whole way up, as there was no handrail, but wanted to see the view.

But when we got to the top instead of a lovely view it was still inside, and there was a red children's slide on the landing. (Zoe Ball was there too, for some reason, but she wasn't terrribly relevant) The slide was made of really bendy rubber, but we all had a go despite the possiblity of fallin to our deaths, and I climbed up it the wrong way.

I don't usually have dreams with a beginning and an end .

I had a dream last night that I was a a Board Meat. Many of you were there even though I don't even know what many of you look like.

It was not really exciting. We were at nel's, she lived in an apartment and there had been a night of partying. I was crashed on a couch and people were cleaning up and starting to plan the day.
Nel had a roommate that we were terrified of. We thought she would be upset that we messed up the place a little.
Sometimes. even though we were still in nel's apartment, you could see a night baseball game going on in a stadium across the way.
I am sure there was more to the dream but it has faded.

i had a dream, where i woke up at the manager's flat. i had no idea how i got there and kept asking "was i drunk? was i sick?" stuff like that because i don't remember getting there. then i realized i was dreaming. so i was "oh good, i'm just dreaming, this isn't real" whereby the manager asked "does that mean i'm not real?" and i had to explain that he was, but right now he was just in my dream and therefore not real.

it was entertaining

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Originally posted by Lan Martak:
I had a dream last night that I was a a Board Meat. Many of you were there even though I don't even know what many of you look like.

It was not really exciting. We were at nel's, she lived in an apartment and there had been a night of partying. I was crashed on a couch and people were cleaning up and starting to plan the day.
Nel had a roommate that we were terrified of. We thought she would be upset that we messed up the place a little.
Sometimes. even though we were still in nel's apartment, you could see a night baseball game going on in a stadium across the way.
I am sure there was more to the dream but it has faded.

Aside from the scary roommate, that could easily come to pass!

I often have these really vivid dreams... Once about a year ago I dreamt I was trying to hide from gangsters who were after me; I was in this hospital and was trying to hide the earring one of my friends had lost because otherwise they'd know she'd been there too and go after her. I lay down on this hospital bed and I suddenly knew I wasn't myself anymore but some abstract concept, I think it was Truth, and the machines around the bed showed my age (something like 15'432 years old). Then the machines indicated that I'd died, but I still tried to run because I figured out at some point the mafia would figure out I was just hiding & still alive - and then this nurse came up to me and asked me if I still wanted the results of my electrocardiogram even though I was dead... I can't remember the end but somehow I keep being burned at the stake as a witch in my dreams.

Cool!

In my 'being pursued' dreams I am always trying to hide somone or protect someone - a friend, a child, an animal. It didn't used to be that way, when I was younger it was just me. I've never become a concept before, cool.