What did you DREAM last night???

**BeachBum** · 06-19-2006, 07:44 PM

In the attempt to recouperate the dreams that we had previously posted, I am starting this thread again. Feel free to post your dreams and I will try to interpret them as soon as I can.

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My dream today was kinda weird.
It had something to do with a murder and for some reason I was somewhere I can't possibly describe b/c I don't remember where I was. I think I was behind the old building where my family's mexican restaurant was before it was closed down. My mom, grandma and aunts were in the dream and for some reason they had cleaned up my room and left it sparkling clean. They put everything in place and even put my vibrator where it belongs, under my pillow. lol. I was furious, NOBODY touches my shit!!! I was more pissed at the fact that they touched my vib. more than anything. They couldn't understand why. I looked out the door, it was late afternoon, almost completely dark, and something was going on. Someone had killed someone and was running on rooftops trying to escape from the police. The houses here aren't close together at all, by the way. The whole dream was a blur and I woke up to my mom making noises. I had went to sleep in the study room, not my usually spot, and I was tired from school, I took two tests today.

That was my weird dream, post yours no matter how odd, try to include everything you saw.. from lakes to mountains to devils...

Sweet Dreams!!!!!!

Justus Unlimited · 06-19-2006, 08:31 PM

well i recently had an EXTREMELY realistic and frightening dream...i was sleeping on my aunts couch that night and heres what happened: I thought I was still awake. I heard a tapping on my pillow as if someone was tapping there fingers on it. I looked up and there was nothing... this happend a few times until i was very afraid. Then I slid of the couch silently and got rapped up in the blanket...I could not move or talk. I tried yelling for help and i coldnt. I struggled and glanced out of the blanket. I saw a black cat. Then I screamed silently in the dream. I woke up and gasped "help" then i realized it was dreeam. Keep in mind this was RIDICULOUSLY vivid and realistic.

Lucifer · 06-19-2006, 11:09 PM

I was standing naked on the beach outside the hotel, but I didn't feel awkward or embarrassed. The beach was crowded and it was mid-morning, my brother and his family was there as well, but I was the only one naked. Everyone treated me as if nothing unusual was happening and we were joking around having a normal conversation. Then a group of 13-17 year old girls wandered down the shore (I could tell they were young by their faces and they way they acted, but they had the bodies of twenty year olds - just like many I had seen on the beach this weekend). THEY noticed and crowded around me and started flirting with me. No one paid any attention to what was going on except my 12 year old niece, who thought it was funny. When the girls started brushing up against me and trying to grope me, I tried to keep them away from me without hurting them and tried my best - albeit a futile effort - to not get excited. My neice stepped in to keep them away but they kept outmaneuvering her. Eventually, she decided the only way to keep them from touching me was to grab me herself. Although her intention was protective in nature, it was still too uncomfortable for me, so I gently pushed her away and desperately tried to fight my way through the crowd. It seemed the more I tried to leave, the more of them crowded around me until I finally jumped, soaring high above them like I was on the moon instead of Earth. The landscape blurred and I was elsewhere...

I landed in a restaurant - it had a roof and the windows were closed, not sure HOW I jumped inside. I sat down and the waiter came over to take my order. I asked for an omelete with everything except green peppers and a glass of milk. He wandered over the cooking area and I noticed a shadowy figure appear behind him. The figure started talking to him and the waiter's clothes changed to a regal gown with heavy jewelry and a crown. He walked back to me, his nose high in the air as he looked down at me like I was insect. He told me the kitchen was closed and suggested if I was hungry to try the dumpster out back, where the other riff raff dine. Then he proceeded to take the order of an elderly couple at the table behind me. I got up and walked across the hall to the Starbucks. I asked the woman (an attractive blonde a little younger than myself) is they had any danishes or muffins. As she was opening the glass on the counter to get one, I saw the same shadowy figure appear behind her and it started whispering in her ear. Her skin and hair changed until she looked like a plastic doll with a fake smile as a permanent expression. She looked back at me and said I was too fat for a danish and the muffin wouldn't do any good, but she could recommend a good place to get liposuction. I told her where to stick her recommendation and stormed out the door. There was another blur and I was elsewhere...

At the entrance to a Wal-Mart super center, I was talking to a entity composed entirely of smoke who smelled fragrant and little like vanilla. Most of the people were ignoring me, some noticed the figure and turned their heads away, others still acknowledged me, but did not stop to talk. A few women (NOT underage) would glance down at my exposed privates at then wink or smile before continuing past. The smoke entity was warning me about the shadow, saying he was going to sabotage anything I tried. He said he couldn't seem to figure out who or where he was, but would keep trying and keep me posted. I went inside to do some shopping. I kept trying to strike up a conversation with the women who winked or smiled at me, but the shadowy figure would appear and whisper to them. They would become superficial about some part of my appearance (being bald, having a beard, being white, my weight or height, etc.) and their own appearance would alter slightly like the others in the first part... usually in relation to what they did not like about me (a problem with my height = giants, disliking baldness = Cousin Itt from the Addams Family, etc.). After three or four attempts, I would get frustrated and go back outside, being near the smoke relaxed me. He could make no progress on locating the shadow, despite me having seen him. After a few trips in and out, the smoke changed in scent, becoming ashen. I found it hard to breathe near him, but still relaxed. His tone also changed to where he seemed less helpful. I began to catch wisps of the smoke when the shadowy figure would appear inside to sabotage me. The last time I went outside (about 30-40 attempts to talk to women), he said he was getting weary of my incessant whining and told me to piss off. I frowned at him and turned my back. Another blur...

I was in downtown Huntsville and a camera crew was following me around like I was in some reality TV show. I tried to shoo them away, but they kept following me and slowly grew in numbers. I started running around the courthouse and down the streets trying to lose them, but more kept finding me. I yelled "Fuck off!" and one of them just laughed and said "Our ratings just went up!" Suddenly, the Rock appeared out of nowhere and clotheslined one of them. As he proceeded to start kicking him while he was down, Triple H came up behind another one and body slammed him. More wrestlers started appearing and the crews started panicking. I took the opportunity to run, but some still followed me. I turned a corner near a parking garage and saw SG-1 coming towards me. Jack O'Neil told me to duck and they opened fire on those who were chasing me. I rolled into the parking garage and stood up to sprint across. Another crew tried to cut me off and the "Scooby Gang" from Buffy hit them from behind. After using an axe on one, Giles turned toward me and said "Duck in there, we'll cover you!" and pointed at the glass door leading into the "Magic Shop" from the series (sitting inside a parking lot where a stairway entrance should be

). I ran through and the world blurred again...

I emerged into a cobblestone alley lit by gaslamps and it was night with a slight fog. The alley dead ended at the door I just exited and opened on a street about thirty feet in front of me. The door from which I emerged was now solid oak instead of glass and I noted this as peculiar. I tried the knob and it was locked so I headed for the street. I saw the shadowy figure appear from around the corner and look towards me. I took a step towards him and then something large dropped out of a nearby roof to land between us. It stood around 8 feet tall and was humanoid, but covered in coarse brown wool. Horns protruded from its head like a devil and more from its shoulders, elbows, knuckles, knees and toes and a large horn like a rhino thrust out from its groin. I could not see its skin, face or eyes and it wielded a large club in its right hand that resembled a dildo and a two-headed flail in its left, with the heads of the flail resembling artificial breasts. I took a step back and noticed movement near its feet. There were about half a dozen smaller critters scuttling around it that basically appeared to be vaginas walking on stick-like legs. While I was still looking at them, the beast hit me with the flail and I staggered into the wall in a daze. Like in cartoons, a halo of images began to circle my head from the impact and they looked like tiny strippers with small horns and pointed tails and they capered and danced when they crossed my vision. I tried to bat them away like flies and just when I had cleared my vision the "club" struck me on the side of the head. This blow flung me to the ground and the little succubi appeared again. I watched them dance for a bit then felt something crawling on me. I looked down and the little critters that had been around the beast were crawling on me, one rubbing along my leg, another sucking on one of my fingers and a third started to give me a blowjob. I knew I should do something, but a wave of ecstacy began to wash over me and all I could do was smile stupidly as I watch one crawling up my chest towards my face while the beast raised his club high up like he was going to smash in my skull. There was a loud bang and the beast staggered backwards, a hole in its right shoulder. Before I could look to see what caused this, a bottle was thrown against the wall to my right and I was doused in liquid. It felt warm and relaxing where it landed on me, but when it touched the critters crawling on me and the succubi, they burst into flame and ran around screaming. I glanced over my left shoulder and saw Captain Morgan standing there, a single-shot pistol still smoking in his right hand as he drew a cutlass with his left. He winked at me and leapt towards the beast, slashing at it. My senses began to recover and I scrambled to my feet. I saw the shadowy figure run off to the right, so I dodged past the melee between the Captain and the beast to emerge on the street.

The street was cobblestone lit with gaslights and across from the alley I saw a gothic cathedral, a full moon circled the cross on the roof and the stained glass windows depicting the Last Supper were lit from the inside. I looked to my right and saw an asphalt parking lot filled with all manner of automobiles (none black, though) and the shadowy figure running across the middle of the lot. Before I could follow, I smelled ash and had difficulty breathing. I started to cough and something tightened around my throat. It was the smoke! I tried to break his grip on me, but couldn't. I dropped to my knees and my vision began to dim. Then I smelled a familiar fragrant aroma and the grip around my throat was released. I looked up when I had caught my breath and saw TWO smoke entities strugglings, one pale and white and the other dark and gray. I watched them fight for a moment then a breeze picked up and they both slowly dissipated in the wind. As I stood, I heard the sound of chanting on the breeze. It was coming from the church. Something inside me told me I could defeat the figure if I went to the church so I decided to go that way. A booming voice from the lot yelled "Fool!" and I turned to see the figure facing me, his features still cloaked in shadow but I felt he was afraid of something. I took a step towards him and he laughed maniacally and starting running across the lot again. When I looked back towards the church, it was slowly drawing away from me. I shrugged and ran towards the lot. As soon as I set foot on the asphalt, the vehicles all came to life and most of them formed into a giant transformer of sorts, lights flashing and horns honking, while the rest started racing around in circles between its feet. As I continued to run across the lot, the transformer kept blocking my path and assaulting me with lights and blaring horns while the other cars kept trying to hit me. The further across the lot I got, the more the frustration mounted and it felt like gravity was getting stronger. I was feeling fatigued and having a harder time moving. Finally, one of the cars whizzed by and caught my head with a side mirror, sending me sprawling on my back with a throbbing headache. Before another came past, a figure in black armor with red electron highlights (like the guards out of Tron) walked past me and shifted in form to become a doorway. From this doorway, video game characters I have played started emerging to fight the vehicles (I remember Mercer Ravenshield from Dark Age, my undead warlock from Warcraft - cackling madly - and Lord of Storms from City of Heroes - HE attacked the transformer). I still had a pounding headache, the noise from the fighting and horns wasn't helping, and the feeling of gravity had not subsided, so I couldn't seem to get to my feet. Then I noticed Johnny Cash standing in front of me and other musicians vaguely visible wandering in the mist behind him (I specifically noticed Marilyn Manson, Keith Richards, Mick Jagger, Peter Steele and Amy Lee). He didn't say anything, he just smiled and held down his hand. I reached up and took it and felt jerked upwards to my feet. When I was standing, I noticed the musicians had all faded (as had the headache and other noises) and I was wearing my normal clothing. I sprinted across the lot while my characters battled the vehicles (often last minute saves as some hurtled towards me) towards a forest in the mist. I noticed the moon was now over the forest and appeared to be a jack-o-lantern.

As I hit the forest, I was enveloped by the mist and emerged in a clearing. I saw my brother limping towards me out of the fog. He had a large wooden cross on his right shoulder and an ox yoke around his neck. The yoke was attached to a wagon pulling his obese wife, who reclined non-chalantly and brandished a whip (lashing him occassionally) and his son was chained behind like a slave and stumbled to keep up (my neice was no where to be seen), getting whipped himself for stumbling or trying to push on the wagon to help my brother. I glared at his wife and stepped up to help my brother. When I touched the chain or yoke, it burned my hand like it was molten, but healed when I released them. Gasping for breath, he told me to take the cross. I hesistated for a second, he did not stopped walking and I had to catch up. When I reached for the cross, my hand kept passing through it as if it were a hologram. After trying several times to grab it, I yelled in frustration "It's not real!". He replied "It is real... I can feel it... you have... to have... faith... you must... believe!" I stood there and watched him disappear in the mist and whispered I was sorry. Then I heard a twig snap behind me and spun around. The shadowy figure was lunging towards me with a knife. I raised my right hand to ward off the blow, but it pierced through my palm and poked out my right eye. Now I was really pissed. Anger welled up inside me and I felt myself growing larger and thick coppery-red fur grew all over my body. The figure staggered back as I transformed into a humanoid bear. My "paw" healed and the wound in my eye closed up, but I still could not see out of it. I swung my right arm in a large swipe and sent the figure hurtling into a tree. His hood fell back to reveal his face. It was mine! And he even had an eyepatch on his right eye! He snarled and then let loose a beastial growl and lunged at me while he transformed into a black-furred werewolf. I met his lunge and we ended up in a traditional wrestling "lock-up" struggling with each other for ground. While we raged back and forth like two titans, a Chinese pug puppy trotted contently between us. We both stopped and watched it go past towards a tree that had a urinal carved into its trunk and it hoisted its leg and relieved itself. When it was done, it looked at us and sneezed. We glanced at each other in wonder and then I awoke (barely in time to find a bathroom)

**~~terracottapie~~** · 06-20-2006, 03:44 PM

that is quite a dream. the only dreams i have are ones i don't understand. i would post one now, but I am headed to work. will try to post it later, definitely

Lucifer · 06-20-2006, 05:12 PM

I understand MOST of what my dreams contain. Like the last one, I know the first part had to do with repressed lusts and desires (likely brought on by the exposure to those young girls over the past weekend). I have an idea that the incident involving the "shadowy figure" sabotaging whatever I tried had to do with my own feelings of inadequacy at times (considering the figure turned out to be me as well, doesn't surprise me - often felt at times I was sabotaging my own efforts). I believe the smoke entity has something to do with my nasty habit (I used to be a pipe smoker and smoked black cavendish with vanilla blend now I smoke cigarettes and hate them), but I don't understand ALL of it. Haven't a clue what the hell the next part is about (other than the fact I despise reality TV and that's what I ended up seeing this weekend and the characters that came to my rescue were all from shows I have enjoyed watching).

The abstract figures tied to sex that assaulted me would probably give Freud an orgasm, but I'm still fuzzy on what the hell that was about... I have been on a rum kick lately when I drink, so Captain Morgan being there is no surprise to me... but WHY?

Of the rest of it... only parts I can really understand was the dog taking a leak was my body telling me "WAKE UP! I GOTTA PEE!" and that bit where I tried to get the cross from my brother probably relates to my issues with faith... that's about as much as I can figure out on my own right now...

This is kinda what I get... if it's not my recurring dream of a different life, or some power-trip where I am basically a god, or a sexual fantasy... it's like this that makes me wake up and say "What the ****?!" because everything seems like its normal in the dream, but when you wake up it all seems so friggin bizarre...

06-21-2006, 05:04 PM

does this happen to anyone else?

last night i had a dream, but i cant remember what it was about. i just remember being frustrated about not being able to remember(in the dream, then when i woke) what the formula for permutations and combinations were. (in math class we actually learned them this past year) so when i wokeup i had to find out. idk why, it just bugged me.

06-21-2006, 07:38 PM

Another one?
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Go here:
http://www.beasttoast.com/forum/showthread.php?t=2528

LibraChick · 06-21-2006, 07:39 PM

Oh that happens to me all the time.

06-21-2006, 08:13 PM

The dreams that bug me are the ones I can't control. Normally If something bad happens I could think of anything I want to solve the problem ...say a huge tank but instead of going BOOM!!! my amo goes splash, water balloons always water balloons. Thats what I hate actaully any dream where I have to swim...I always think something is going to come up and eat me. Watching Jaws as a small child wasn't a big help.

Rabbit

**BeachBum** · 06-21-2006, 08:48 PM

Lucifer, I read your whole dream and OMG!! sounds like you made it up!!! it would make a great short story or something specially if you give it a little moral in the end.
I agree with your interpretation of it and honestly as I was reading your dream I was trying to interpret and it's just funny that mmm... lets say half-way through when you were attacked by these sex organs, I knew you had reached "that" stage of your sleep in which, indeed, Freud would have a huge orgasm... if he could just read your dream.. lol.
anyway, i think you need to look up "naked in public," "anger," "cross," and maybe "TV."
I would look them up for you, but I seem to have misplaced my dream book... I carried it everywhere with me while I was on break, but now that I'm back in school I don't have time to look up all these stuff so I don't know where I left the darn book. Pretty good dream though...