dreamed I was talking with a coworker about my wedding plans. She asked me if I had seen the thread that Circus had put up on the boards? I told her I had not, and she informed me how it had already reached 5 pages long.

She told me that in the thread, Circus pointed out that my planned wedding day of May 12th was not a Thursday as I had been thinking. I thought, oh, maybe I looked at my calendar wrong. I started to turn to walk away, but then realized that, I was right after all.

So I turned back towards my coworker, who was not looking at a calendar for May. She had one hand kinda covering the top right corner of the calendar and she was smiling. She said she just realized that everyone had been looking at the wrong year, May 12th will in fact be a Thursday

OT.


*peers at escher's troll avatar*


Holy hell. That's really YOU!

I dreamt of electric sheep. I guess that answers the question.

The beast-dreams have taken a different tack. I still don't know what happened to the rodent-man in the gene sequencer. We've moved back to the war between the mantis-folk and the ape-men.

On each side, a sport was born. That is, a perfectly normal human was born to each species. I'm curious to see how this turns out. They are, of course, male and female, and first met on the field of combat where they faced each other down but no clear winner was apparent. And they're very curious about each other.

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*peers at escher's troll avatar*


Holy hell. That's really YOU!

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haha, yes I put my face on the troll, tried to blend colors to make it look more 'natural'

Benny Hill dream from November 23, 2004

Benny Hill and his old friend are undercover detectives.

He stops the car and tells his old friend to get out of the car. He then steps on the gas and yells at his old friend to walk to the crime scene. He waves his fists in the air and then starts walking.

Benny Hill starts singing Iron Butterfly's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida". He was expecting the tune to come from his car horn, except it wasn't playing. So he stops singing and then hits the car horn again and again until it starts playing "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida".

The scene goes back to the old man who ran to a bicycle. He starts cycling along. Benny Hill's car stalls and then stops. A bicycle chase down the hill begins. Several young kids joined the bicycle chase. This was when I entered the dream. I was applying my breaks while going down this steep hill. It was kind of like going down a hill in San Fransisco. Except, it harkened memories of my trip to Guelph which was a hilly city.

Off the side of the road, there were organized piles of branches off the side of the road that we were trying to avoid.

When we got to the bottom of the hill, there was a traffic light. We all stopped and were waiting for the signal to change.

And that was the end of the dream.

This is from a while ago, but it's worth posting.

In this dream, it was at least several years in the future, and my mother, (who I am somewhat estranged from and speak to as rarely as humanly possible), has died. In the time since I've seen her last, she's had two more kids, a boy who is in the 7-9 age range and a very young girl, maybe 3 or 4.

In any case, we're there at the wake and these step-siblings that I've never met or seen are sitting up by the front, and I'm by the back. The boy is trying to be strong, and the girl is so young she doesn't really undertsand what's going on keeps wanting someone to wake mom up.

After the main part, everyone is walking out and the room is clearing until only the three of us are in it. I walk up to my step-brother and hold his shoulder or put an arm around him or something like that, I can't remember what. He, not recognizing me, immediatedly tries to pull away and starts trying to kick and pummel at me, until I say to him "Don't you know me? I'm your brother."

The dream ends with me hugging him right after that, and worst of all, it was one of those you wake up and don't quite know what is real and what is a dream experiences, so it messed with my head a little bit there in that odd stage between dreaming and waking.

Much more recently I had a dream that involved another boarder, but that one was weird and kind of embarassing, so I think I'll keep that one to myself.

A car/work dream from November 25, 2004

My work finally integrated itself into my dreams as of last night.

I was driving around a city belt-way going somewhere. I can't place where it is. It does have a distinctive Southern Ontario feeling about it.

There was a middle express way that was characteristic of Hwy 6/Hwy 7 between Guelph at Kitchener/Waterloo. It had the beltway feeling of Hwy 526 in Charleston.

My boss in this dream was a male. After driving on the beltway, I went back to the office. My boss came out and he wanted to drive to the next location, where he would stay and then I was instructed to go to the next location.

We got into a red sports car. He drove to some sort of underground building, wrecking the car in the process and finally smashing it into a concrete wall.

"How am I supposed to drive now?", I asked, annoyed that the car was totaled.

i had the most bizarre dream/night mare last night. i dreamt i went into the kitchen without my glasses on, and i saw this HUGE bug crawling around, so i picked up a chair to squash it, only it was an entirely ineffective hollow legged chair, and anyway when i tried to poke at the bug with it, the bug squeaked, and squished and i realized it was a not a bug, but a HUGE RAT and i freaked out some more, and poked at it some more with the chair and it got angry and squeaked at me at length. then it scurried away into a hole, but it left it's tail sticking out, and so i set the chair on it's tail, and it sprung out of the hole and lunged at me all evil like, screaming!! and i woke up with a start and thought, "wow first dream i remember having in MONTHS and it's all horrible. i'll have to remember it for tomorrow."

I dreamt of a little boy, who was being terrorized by the ghost of a woman. She came storming, and I held the boy behind me and I asked, repeatedly " what do you want, what do want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want...

And finally she answered...

I want to be left alone...

to which I replied, "From who, From who, From who, From who, From who, From who," Finally she answered "from this..." at which point I noticed a swirling dark mist starting to overtake the building that I was in.

I understood that this was the most awful thing that you could ever experience, total and complete absorption into a realm of hell. The swarm of darkness came up on me and at its apex there was a face...

a type of skull...that zoomed up on me quickly, and I lost it ...and woke up...shaking...

Aha! I was just about to search for a this thread or one of its predecessors...

Last night I had a dream that I actually made it to FG. I showed up at a bar where everyone was hanging out. There were a couple dozen WEers there, but I recognized suprisingly few people. I sat down next to Mikka and made some small talk, and I think I saw Amy and maybe Han across the table, but everyone else looked vaguely familiar and yet unfamiliar at the same time.

When I said hello to various people sitting near me, they knew who I was and expected me to recognize them as well. Which, of course, I didn't. Then they'd tell me their board handle, which was pretty much just random gibberish and not the real handle of anyone here ("You don't recognize me? I'm... Razzlekook [or whatever] on the boards..."). So I was pretty much just going around and meeting random nonexistant posters throughout the course of the night.

It was weird.

That's kind of cool. The non-existant posters. I like that.

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Originally posted by Nelthita:
I dreamt of a little boy, who was being terrorized by the ghost of a woman. She came storming, and I held the boy behind me and I asked, repeatedly " what do you want, what do want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want, what do you want...

And finally she answered...

I want to be left alone...

to which I replied, "From who, From who, From who, From who, From who, From who," Finally she answered "from this..." at which point I noticed a swirling dark mist starting to overtake the building that I was in.

I understood that this was the most awful thing that you could ever experience, total and complete absorption into a realm of hell. The swarm of darkness came up on me and at its apex there was a face...

a type of skull...that zoomed up on me quickly, and I lost it ...and woke up...shaking...

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Wow, that is a scary, yet very cool, dream.

I dreamt nothing last night. I was too drunk.

I had a board dream once. No narrative, just the index page with some far-out thread titles like Feed the Monkey and whatnot.

Here's one. I was in a class, Stephen King was lecturing. Afterwards, as I was going home I remembered I left something behind. The place was locked up, but I got the keys from... somebody. Got back, I forgot to use the keys and just opened the door, and it opened up into this vast swirling, howling, reddish darkness, like what you see when you rub your eyelids.

I slammed the door, used the key, then reopened it to reveal an ordinary room. I got my glasses and left.

A dream of dogs and my deceased dad

This is probably the first time where I was in a house but I can't place where it is. It looks unfinished. Parts of walls aren't built. It looks exposed.

In the dream is my dad and Thomas, my nephew. Thomas doesn't show up until the end of the dream.

Two dogs, a black and white dog with a basket on his back and the dog's companion shows up during a specific song. My dad would climb into the basket and the dog would carry him wherever he wishes. This is obviously a very strong dog, even though he doesn't look that strong. I think he's a sheep herding dog.

During dad's second trip on the dog, he said that it was the very definition of a dog. He was referencing to the dog's will to carry the weight of their master.

I left the house by unlocking the screen door from the inside and exiting it. I could have exited through the very large gap in the wall on the left. It was incomplete.

There was a third dog, who looked like a brown and white British Bulldog.

I went to the garage. I asked Thomas where Oliver was.

Thomas said, "I don't know how to tell you this, but Oliver was run over by a bus"

"What the f*ck?", I replied, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Had a dream last night that I woke in the middle of the night to find two men made of shadows pinning me to the bed. I looked over and found Meadra was similarly pinned. One of they drew a flaying knife and . . . well, it wasn't a nice dream, particularly considering my brain was kind enough to make sure I could hear the noises coming from Graeme's room.

Ooh, that's a nasty one.

Yeah, it was. Particularly since I woke from that dream with a cat on my head.

*Pictures the results of waking up and sitting up or crying out while a cat is on your face*

Did you need any stitches?

No, though it was a narrow thing. She was not the least bit happy with me.