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I Love hearing people's dreams! I don't mean to get too personal for comfort of anythin, but if you have a particularly funny/awesome/meaningful dream, here's a place to share it among friends. You can make dreams up if you want also, no rules, go wild.

Pass the crazy dreams along!:D

For example:
Last night, I had a dream that I was floating on inner tubes in a lake with some dream friends that I didn't know in reality. We were watching the sharks swim around under us and feeding them (the owners of the lake thing gave us *soda* pop to feed them and that's all they ate.)

One of the sharks swam to the surface.

"Hi! I'm Bob the talking shark, and I'm the only shark in this lake that eats people!" he exclaimed happily.

I was umm... let's say worried. Yeah, we'll go with that. I tried to get my friends to swim, but they wouldn't listen. I tried dragging them to no avail. Finally I just swam to the shore, and looked out to my friends... worriedly. Bob swam up to me.

"I'm gonna eat your friends you know," He said.

"Noooooo!" I replied, (nonchalantly. LOL.) :eek:

And I woke up.

No lie, I actually had that dream.

So have at it, and I hope you enjoy! :D
 
Last night I dreamed that I was pulled over by a Gaelic speaking cop. I was wearing Fighting Irish gear and I told Him I was Irish and He starts speaking Gaelic and I couldnt understand him..

it switches over to where Im at some church (not my own) and I was filling out my tithe slip and then my husband woke me up.
 
lol. But was it really gaelic...

Thanks!

Last night I dreamt that I was trying to go to sleep, and someone came into my room and sat on my bed and was whispering something that I couldn't quite understand, but when I looked, no one was there. I tried to go back to sleep, but then someone started tickling me, and rolling me around in the bed so I got tangled up in my blankets, and kinda shoving me against the wall. I was somewhere between laughing and screaming cuz it friggen tickled but no one was there! After that stopped I kept turning on the light and I heard someone talking but I still couldn't see anyone, or understand what the person was saying. I think I finally just gave up and went to sleep or sumptin, in my dream, which made me wake up, in my dream, and confront my friend cuz for some reason I thought he was the one doing it.

It was really weird... But kinda cool.

L8erz!
 
yes I know was Gaelic sounds like.. I had a very good friend who was from Ireland and he would speak it when he was drunk.
 
Last night I dreamt that...


I was walking down one of those over sized american motorways.... I was alone, In one hand an auto-matic/pump action combat shotgun, the other hand a key.

I walked for a long time until I came to this like, fly-over / spaghetti junction kind of thing... Where the roads cruved around and went over kind of like a bridge above the road I walked along, there were no cars, no people no sound... nothing, I waked under these roads then from speakers that were attached to the walls came this voice telling me not walk on the road and I was advised to get off them straight away... I continued to walk more hurried until I got to a point where I could see up onto the roads above....

There was a small tower... With two police officers in it, they were obviously the ones that had spoken to me... with shotgun in hand I snook into the building picking the lock, I then for some reason picked the back door lock and then ran up the stairs removing one police officers head with a blast from my shotgun. The stairs began to twist and turn like a helter skelter stairway... And went on much longer than it seemed it would from the outside.... I got to the top and there was a hallway... For very expensive apartments.... I glanced out of the window.... And I was in some built up american looking city.... There was only light coming from one doorway... I went to apartment seventeen... I smashed the door open with the extended handle on the back of my shotgun.

There was quite a small chubby looking asian man in just his underwear..... He knew me. I had no idea who he was.... He grabbed a baseball bat.... I kept my shotgun reversed.... I boasted to him, that my shotgun handle was a supreme weapon for defense and offense..... I used quite a large chunky are of the handle to disarm him... the baseball bat flew from his hands... I then told him that the point on the handle was also good for striking... I raised my arms and And then slashed at his head.... His skull cracked.... He fell down and then he stood up and laughed and agreed my handle was indeed excellent.... I reversed it... I aimed at him and fired.... There was an expolsion but... He didn't go down... At close combat... A weapon such as this should have minced him up... But he was unharmed... I turned it back to using it as a club... And he continued to come at me for six or seven attempts each time I battered his skull. Then on the last strike I got the corner of the handle stuck in his crainum.....

I couldn't get it out... I began to panic... As did he... He said I should call the police... I disagreed... I wasn't sure how I could explain to them that this was an accident, and we were only playing.... Then a woman walked in the room from behind.... Candles lit the room.... It was a girl I have known only online for like 11 years..... She sighed and told me this just wouldn't do.... Me and the unamed asian guy looked worried and asked her what we should do...... She wasn't sure.... I then raised my weapon which now was some sort of ray gun.... I shot the asian man... He morphed into some kind of mutant sludge monster.... with many arms and such...... I then fired at the woman, and she turned into some kind of half snail.... thing...

She then sneers and pulls a handgun and shoots me in the face, it teleports us both into the room nextdoor, it is dark and dingey.... The previous room was lavish and bright and expensive looking... This room was a freaking slum... We are both on the bed, and this snail thing..... Attempts to seduce me.... I feel a sharp pain in my arm, my eyes close... I awake in the bathroom. I have been placed in a very dirty infested white bath tub... The tub is full of like bright blue jelly... It is rising and it is setting... I have just got my head and right arm out from the solidifying jelly sh*t. all I can see are the old rusty taps.... The edge of bath, and this blue crap rising steadily... I am terrified.... I plead for my life and beg the beast to let me go. Three small back and gold shields are placed into my line of eye sight, I am asked what I know about them.... I know nothing, these things mean nothing whatsoever to me... I plead and plead to be released....

Eventually I am pulled out from the jelly stuff.... The snail creature laughs and I look behind her and there is about 30 extremly well dressed people observing... The begin to whisper amongst one another.... I know them, although in real life I don't they are family members in this dream... Although I have never met any of them ever they are just my imagination, I know this, yet something tells me they are my family... They all stand and begin to leave the bathroom... Speaking in crazy language I do not understand. I wipe myself off and follow them out. I am back in the apartment hallway... Although I know it is the same one, the decorations and colours and theme have all changed.... I am confronted by a man, I have no idea who he his but he claims to be my best friend... He escorts me up some stairs to a floor that only has two rooms, I guess two large penthouses....

He tells me it is time to get ready.....

That's it lol.....

In my head they are pretty cool lol, I am considering making these dreams I have had latley into a 'sin city' style comic....
 
That's pretty awesome! Snail people are always trouble...;)

Thanks for contributing, and I likes your writing style. Much less random than mine. :p

Good shtuff! Ooo, a comic! That would be so kool, it'd prolly fit ur drawing style pretty good too.
 
Well, compared to how I write... and some of the dreams I have... Well, neck in neck let's say in terms of dreams. But your writing is mucho less randomer.

I love dreams! I've bored everyone around my house relating them to them every day when I wake up. Specially my zombie ones. I'm like "I had a dream abouut..."

And everyones all like "let me guess, about zombies! You suck at life, kid! You suck at life!"

And I cry... lol. ;):D:D
 
I was kiddin. I wouldn't take no crap like that anyways, lol. I would just smack em and be like "Don't suck at that, do I! Stings don't it!" lol, j/k.

I have a weeeeiiiiird sense of humor. It may take some getting used to... I've just learned to ignore myself... that's prolly best... :p:D:D
 
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