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    31 KB Why I'm giving up PnP for the time being Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:15 No.16827147  
    > Goblin people contract me to resteal their stolen goblin king's crown from some giant, sentient wasps (larger than a person's torso).
    > Give me bolt-action rifle and send me in
    > Crown is in cabin in forest
    > Sneak in, can't find
    > See hole in floor, crawl in
    > There it is. Grab, crawl out
    > I shoot at the first, miss. Work bolt, shoot again. Hit it, it goes down in a shower of green blood
    > The next stings my face with giant stinger, I scream in pain and drop rifle
    > Wasps sting face over and over
    > Can't see out of right eye
    > Pass out
    > Wake up in black room in 'dentist' chair under one spotlight
    > Can't see anything out of right eye, head is covered in bandages
    > Metallic speaker voice tells me that the Goblins saved me, but I need to look in the mirror
    > Light comes on over mirror, I take off bandages
    > My entire head is scars
    > I have one eye and a small line for a lipless mouth and the odd tuft of hair between scars, but otherwise giant furrows of scars
    > I start screaming in anger, break mirror and cry with my one good eye
    > The voice asks if I want revenge
    > Asks over and over until I am screaming that I want revenge
    > Door opens, I run out of it screaming in hatred
    > I'm at a primary school and I see wasps flying around. They are little children wasps that have children's voices. They are laughing and playing
    > I walk to the gate, pull a handgun out and start blasting any I can see
    > They start screaming like children
    > I start laughing like I have never laughed in real life
    > I have a sword on my belt too, I take it out and slash a few that are trying to escape. Blood pours out of their severed parts and they scream as they writhe
    > I stomp their heads with my boots

    Then I woke up.

    I'm done for a while.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:17 No.16827155
    Wow. Just... wow. Help. Now.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:17 No.16827157
    The only /tg/ dream I ever got was about a Satyress fucking each of the Norse gods in turn.

    I envy you.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:19 No.16827164
    Cool story bro.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:20 No.16827166
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    When did I stumble into /x/?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:21 No.16827177
    I think you got it right. No more Changeling for you young squire.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:24 No.16827186

    Don't envy. I feel fucking sick whenever I think about it. I live near a fucking school, and I feel fucking guilty whenever I see kids walking past and laughing. Because that laughter is IDENTICAL to those wasps that I started butchering. What's fucked even more is how detailed that dream was. When I stomped those wasps, their heads kinda had a crunchy pop under my boot. I can vaguely even remember the FEEL.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:27 No.16827202
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    > That feel when stomp children wasps heads
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    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:28 No.16827210
    Well OP, I'm going to ask the most obvious question pertaining to any meaning behind the dream.

    How do you feel about wasps in general?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:28 No.16827212
    I dreamt my Nid army was on my bed, pinning the covers in a bizzare mix of Gulliver's Travels and Full Metal Jacket.
    Difference is I managed to get an arm free and crush a genestealer with my hand.
    I woke up shortly after.
    Kind of a shame.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:31 No.16827227
    Ah, you're what's called a psychopath. Join the CIA.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:32 No.16827234

    Don't care. Never been stung by them, not allergic to them. Thought they were kinda cool before this. Same with bees. No idea why they decided to be evil-then-victims.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:33 No.16827237
    >Working as mercenary
    >Boss is imprisoned on false rape charges
    >Need to save his ass
    >Go to the tower where they're keeping him
    >He's been tortured, brutally beaten, and will probably never move again
    >Save him anyway, kill the fucker who tortured him
    >Embrace delicious brown waifu in celebration
    >Boss sees it, not pleased
    >Boss despairs, hijacks carriage and gets the hell out of here despite being crippled as all fuck
    >Follow him
    >Oh god what his necklace is crying blood why is his necklace crying blood
    >Demons everywhere
    >Oh fuck
    >More demons
    >My companions are all dying brutally
    >Get caught

    And then I woke up. I need to lay off the opium.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:34 No.16827241
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    OP, that.. what the fuck dude.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:34 No.16827243
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    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:36 No.16827253
    Okay, lemme share my dream /tg/,

    I dreamt I was in an endless white hallway thats completely devoid of any detail. the hallway was filled with naked people with completely blank looks on their faces, as if they had no emotion. they were shambling about like mindless zombies oonly w/o the brains part, or biting.

    I was there wearing what looked liked a sort of generic adventurer drab, leather coat, shirt, pants and boots. i was holding two machetes, 1 on each hand. and at that point i felt a massive urge to KILL EVERYTHING.

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:37 No.16827258

    I always wondered, where are these two images from, and is there any more? They make brilliant reaction images.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:37 No.16827260

    Second question for you, OP.

    Why do you think you had this reaction?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:41 No.16827282
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    I see what you did there.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:41 No.16827283

    You mean the rage? I don't know, because I was genuinely upset? How would you feel if you woke up after a car accident and were a freakshow? And then at that point they said that I could have revenge, so I started killing. That's as best I can think it at any rate. But it is sooooo fucked.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:43 No.16827296
    >wake up.
    >in a huge stadium. Must be a dream.
    >sat in a huge musclecar. Probably a Chrysler.
    >huge ramp on one side, huge ramp on the other.
    >"Oh, I'm a stunt man? Yeah, this won't be an issue."
    >rev car and suddenly hit accelerator, zoom off up ramp.
    >hear another car.
    >"Oh, we're gonna do a two-car jump on either side? Sick."
    >hit the top of the ramp, fly off.
    >see other car.
    >can't see a driver.
    >suddenly get an inexplicable urge.
    >wait for it.
    >waaaait for it.
    >suddenly leap out of the front windowshield
    >grab the other car by the bonnet and bumper.
    >suplex the car to the ground.
    >wake up.

    Holy SHIT.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:45 No.16827310

    Hey, you heard about it. I had to dream it. And now I have to live with it.

    I never asked for this. Seriously.
    >> Amateur Drawfag 11/03/11(Thu)10:46 No.16827319
    I started swinging my blades like a madman, cutting up the unreacting humans like a butcher on crack. the white walls of the hallway was completely drenched in blood and guts and meat and bone were flying everywhere. And on my face the whole time was a grin of a crazy nutjob, the one that feels like it goes from ear to ear.

    And honestly /tg/, it was the most exhilirating experience of my life. I never felt so much power coursing through my veins. I started laughing that crazy evil villain laugh as i continued to butcher every single one of them.

    Then all of a sudden i spotted a gaunt that looked liked a woman, a young teen age girl i think. She looked at me with a blank, emotionless face. I the took her by the throat and slammed her to the wall. Then I slammed my palm on her forehead, grabbed her jaw with the other, and ripped it of her face. She didnt react.

    I then chopped her head off and raised it in the air. the other gaunts looked at me with the same blank look and i started laughing the gratest, craziest laugh i have ever uttered in my life.

    Then I woke up, and I noticed that my face was still smilling. I was smiling so hard that it took a whole minute to relax my face.

    So how was it?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:47 No.16827331
    honestly, it was creepy as fuck, yet still feels good somehow.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:47 No.16827334
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    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:50 No.16827347
    >Living in a house with two friends.
    >My sister has come to visit.
    >For some reason both of my friends have become trannies.
    >They're talking about fashion, hair and makeup with my sister.
    >One of my friends is complaining that they aren't pretty enough.
    >My sister is consoling them.
    >The other friend turns to me and says "Am I cute?"
    >I wake up screaming.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:52 No.16827360
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    >"Am I cute?"
    >wake up screaming

    Sounds reasonable
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:54 No.16827366
    I'd seen that series years before this dream.

    Hell I even recognised the meme as soon as I remembered it.

    It didn't make it any less terrifying.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)10:58 No.16827402
    >Go home after long hours of work
    >See my little sister (14) and her friend playing
    >Tell them to go to their room so I can smoke weed
    >Ten minutes go by
    >Start hearing noises from the room upstairs
    >20 minutes
    >I go upstair since I hear my sister moaning
    >"Look what you done Ann! It bleeding now!"
    >"And I'm all wet too!"
    >Ask what is going on inside
    >"Go away!"
    >Stay there knocking her room door, go downstairs to get the master key. Turn on the lights and search for the key for 5 min
    >Dash upstairs
    >Start opening the door

    Then I woke up
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:01 No.16827419
    that sounds glorious, OP.

    >Be part of team exploring a cave complex, supplying technical expertise
    >Day one
    >Set up base camp with generator and pull down cables to get lighting while an other group pushes further in
    >Day two
    >start setting up forward base at the last cave hall before the complex splits into myriads of different paths while others haul equipment to the deeper reaches to go even further
    >Day three
    >both bases are up, helping the cartographer set up his workstation and oversee the deployment of lighting in the major caves
    >everything is going great
    >Day four
    >exploration team reports strange symbols, get called down to set up a forward observation post to facilitate remote viewing for an archaeological team
    >Day five
    >entrance collapses, cables and wires survive, still have electricity and by-wire communication
    >enough rations to last until the base team can get us dug out
    >spend all day redirecting cameras for archaeological team leader wanker
    >Day six
    >Forward team reports having broken through to some kind of catacombs, will spend the night at depth to give more time for exploring
    >Day seven
    >Contact lost with forward team
    >Archaeological team leader is on our team leader's back about not finding out about the catacombs the second they were discovered
    >Fuckin' politics
    >second exploration team is sent down to look for first team, turns out the by-wire communications cable had snapped and their radio was on the frizz
    >deep expeditions are put on hold, shallow systems gets fully mapped
    >Day eight
    >echoes from the lower cave systems
    >people are getting tense, collapsed entrance almost dealt with
    >Day nine
    >Pitch black meets Aliens meets Drums in the Deep
    >forward base gets overrun, I detonate our supply of plastics explosives as a last resort
    >blow out entrance, all that's left is blood painted cave walls
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:03 No.16827440
    One of the key features that lets me know I'm dreaming is that in dreams, I always have telekinesis. It's kind of weird.

    Sometimes this leads into epic plot, other times, not so much.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:05 No.16827451
    Interesting. I can usually fly.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:06 No.16827460
    My dreams always dissolve when I realize a door doesn't go between the same two rooms.

    And then I had a dream where I was in a four-dimensional maze. Shit lasted forever.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:08 No.16827472
    Op, think back to what you did last night. Whatever it was, do not do that combination of things ever again. i would also recommend getting help.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:08 No.16827473
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    >Having good time with my family in our summer cottage like we used to when I was younger.
    >The water is warm, and the weather is beautiful.
    >I decide to join my sibling and went swimming.
    >As I am diving in the shallow water I suddenly spot a large fish.
    >I fucking grab it. Fuck yeah, a fish the size of my arm and I grab it like a fucking bear, right out of the water.
    >Holy shit this is the best day ever!
    >I present the fish to my father, who nods approvingly, as he prepares to cook it.
    >Suddenly it is night, but I don't really notice.
    >Family starts eating the fish, and I go back to swimming.
    >Glance at the three moons blazing in the night sky.
    >Realization of what I just saw, followed by pure horror.
    >As the moons start descending towards earth accompanied by a an ear shattering screeching forest fire like sound, I scream and wake up covered with sweat.

    Seriously, y u do dis brains?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:09 No.16827480
    Those are fucking obnoxious. I always wake up pissed from those.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:11 No.16827492
    Wow, so many people acting like OP's dream is mega weird or psychologically disturbing. What kind of pussy dreams do you motherfuckers have?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:13 No.16827500
    When your dreams aren't just weird, but also have a sociopathic bent to them, then there's something wrong in your head.
    >> That Guy !CrwtTbFNxQ 11/03/11(Thu)11:20 No.16827551
    I can never really remember my awesome dreams.
    Though once I had a dream I was running through town, it was a stormy night, and I had a bloody knife in my hands.
    I was also naked.

    There was another dream I had in which the city from House of the Dead 2 was flooded, but the water was crystal clear. I swam through it and got to an apartment. James Franco was my roommate.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:20 No.16827554
    ITT: Armchair psychology, armchair psychology everywhere
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:21 No.16827560
    Says who? Violent fantasies are quite common and a natural outlet. If you're dreaming about eating, raping and killing a specific woman every single night - sure, maybe you need to get checked out. One violent dream doesn't indicate you need to get help.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:21 No.16827562
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    Tell me about the wasps, did they put their stingers into your anus?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:21 No.16827563
    huh...reminds me...
    just made a setting I call Lucid.
    dreamland is a real place that coexist with wakeworld (ours). when we dream the cosmic part of us travels to dreamland and some people who are very good at the whole Lucid dreaming thing can communicate with each other in dreamland.
    problem is... dreamland and wakeworld is starting to bleed into each other. dremlander is starting to dream, making them real in our world but fear not, the players are here to save the day! or doom it further... being lucid dreamers they can dream while being awake (side effect of the two worlds mashing together)
    its like inception+matrix+boogeyman+bleach+lovecraft+really bad drugs.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:42 No.16827707
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    >Be 6.
    >Middle of the night.
    >Hear talking in the other room.
    >Light's on in the hall too.
    >Climb down from bed (TOP BUNK BITCHES) and go investivate.
    >Open bedroom door.
    >See my parents, aunt and uncle in kitchen.
    >Aunt is pulling her foot out of a large purple bowl. Said foot appears to be covered with lettuce and circular tomato slices.
    >Says "FOOT SALAD!" while laughing hysterically.
    >Slam the door shut and NOPE the fuck back into bed.
    >Wake up in a cold sweat.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:52 No.16827759
    I had a dream like that too. One that genuinely appalled me that I could've ever dreamed it was happening. It's hard to remember all of it now but it had something to do with me being horribly racist towards dragons or something, and as I killed a baby's mother she offered it to me to rear as my own. So I did, until it was old enough to speak and understand. Then I tortured it brutally before throwing it down the stairs and kicking its head in with my foot. I remember being happy that I killed it, that I'd done something right for the world and that this little dragon who hadn't done anything deserved it entirely.

    Then I woke up. Needless to say I sat there looking at a wall for a very long time until I could justify to myself why I'd dreamed that. I couldn't justify it. I actually brought it to /tg/ and people had reactions just like this one has.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:56 No.16827783
    i love this thread.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)11:57 No.16827787
    You just reminded me I've played a text adventure game where that happens.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:00 No.16827811
    >In a space station filled with colonists and scientists and more than a few security guards.
    >Go up to the observatory deck for some loving with another security guard.
    >Get there and she's acting funny. Because she's facing the other way I move forward slowly and put my hando n her shoulder to turn her around.
    >Her face has been torn off, and a new one is settling in. I can see its legs boring themselves into her non-responsive cheeks. The eyes open and roll lazily at me, then she scream. I trip and fall of off the deck.
    >Somehow survive. I bolt it out of there.
    >Overhear a bunch of scientists talking about some new lifeform they found on the planet below
    >Freak out and go tell the captain
    >No one believes me
    >Go back to Observation
    >Her body is there, no face.
    >I turn to around outside but something catches the corner of my eye. I turn around to look at it but it's gone. I've seen enough freaky shit for one night so I draw my pistol.
    >Walk back into the lobby. The scientists are talking about how it escaped. No one seems to have heard about the woman's death
    >I tell them
    >They say that's impossible
    >I notice one scientist with a lazy eye
    >I go to shoot him and his FUCKING FACE JUMPS OFF AT ME
    >I can feel shrp talon bury themselves into my face, then the agonizing pain of my connective tissue being ripped from bone, the warmth of blood pouring down my face as its slowly excised by the alien's remarkable strength. Realize with horror that its not just ripping it off, but eating it too.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:00 No.16827816
    you can thank me later
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:03 No.16827831
    Be 6
    >It's a fucking no-man's-land me and my family are traversing.
    >We're caught, somebody screams at us in some weird language
    >They hide me in some rubble from a destroyed old house.
    >I look as they are lined up in a row.
    >I cry as they are executed one by one
    >Last one to be executed is my mother, who's looking at me
    And then I woke up with a serious face, got up and sat at my mother's bedroom door, all night, with a stick and a rock

    Be 6, again
    >I say... FEVER!
    >Delirium kicks in
    >"Mum... When I hear a sound, I'm a bit afraid that... We'll all die. It's like... When I hear a sound, the world vibrates and we may all die."
    >Start laughing at how stupid this is
    >15 years later, mother tells me that the laugh was the most evil and awful laugh she has ever heard in her entire life.

    Aaaand... MORE!
    Be any age (Recurring dream)
    >Arrive on a boat to a mysterious city layed out like a Roman Senate.
    >Every single house is empty and painted so white that it burns to the eye.
    >I stand still, waiting.
    >Time passes, no single soul is around, I still wait in the lowest of the levels of the Senate-Town.
    >It's a huge open plaza that leads to white docks.
    >I hear a giggle behind me
    >"Hi... Hello!"
    "Hum, Hi!"
    >"What's your name?"
    "Mauro Grandão Ramos"
    >She giggles "Grandão? You're not HUGE!" (Grandão means "big")
    >"My name is Anathema and I'm here to take you with me"
    >"To where I live."
    And then I wake up.

    Worse: I've researched what Anathema means (I was around 10 when I first had this dream but I feel like I've had it since ever) and it means "hell bound" and "destined to hell".
    Aka: help me /tg/, she wants to take me to hell!
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:05 No.16827842
    I know the game, I'm in no rush to play it again.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:05 No.16827848
    I had a dream where I was turned into a green monsterous humanoid and I raped someone in the spine
    that was
    .... a bad experience...
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:06 No.16827852
    >Now I can feel it burrowing its legs into my cheeks just like it had with security chick. For some reason I can't think anymore. Oh god its eating my brain too fuck fuck fu-
    >Wake up only to stare at a face-sharp ceiling. Quickly go back to sleep because NOPE.avi
    >The face eaters are multiplying. Now there's 10 people on the station who are running around eating faces, scientists are panicking, guards are shooting people at random.
    >I see one of the faceeaters moving towards the large glass window with a shotgun
    >He destroys the glass and everyone is sucked outside
    >the glass automatically seals
    >More people come from other decks of the station
    >See that one of them is a face eater too.
    >Oh no its happening again
    >It jumps off and eats the face of a little girl, who eats her parent's faces.
    >Oh fuck why am I dreaming this let me wake up
    >watch in horror as the new face-eater attach themselves to bodies without faces, and start walking back out the door to devour the rest of the station
    >I watch as it happens room by room to countless people for 6 more hours while I sleep.
    >Wake up terrified. Call in sick.

    I've been in car accidents. I've been shot at. I've lost friends. But nothing in my life has ever terrified me so much as that one dream has.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:08 No.16827855
    Yeah, you want to aim a bit lower next time.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:08 No.16827859
    >and it means "hell bound" and "destined to hell".
    Anathema means 'set apart for the gods', as an offering.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:09 No.16827866
    Now that I have remembered my dreams, what could the Anathema girl want from me?
    /tg/, you're good at mysteries!

    Could she be a hell bound demon that wants to take me? Could she be... An entity to whom I belong to? Coud it be that my parents sold my soul before I was born?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:10 No.16827872
    your parents sold your soul to Gypsies in exchange for wealth and riches only too late did they realize that gypsies are poor as fuck.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:11 No.16827878
    Sorry, my Dictionary said otherwise at the time...

    So, discarding my previous comment >>16827866
    What would a "being set apart from the gods" as an offering want?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:11 No.16827882
    I sold my virginity to a gypsy. I contracted multiple STIs.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:14 No.16827902

    Jesus christ man, thats horrifying.

    On the other hand, write it up and sell that shit, youll be rich off the film rights.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:16 No.16827917

    You're mishearing it.

    Shes called Anna Theima. She desperately wants your dick. She's been trying to get you back to her place, where she has a romantic dinner set up, and a plethora of sex toys and interesting things set up in the bedroom.

    But every time you wake up.
    You're breaking her heart man, she's loved you ever since you first went to the Roman Senate.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:16 No.16827918
    I'm fucking envious.
    I never managed to dream anything that formed any kind of coherent story.
    Just occasional strange scenes with no meaning, nothing to even project meaning onto.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:17 No.16827919
    I once dreamed I was a Luchador, from all those Luchadors in DnD threads /tg/ loves to bring up every now and then.

    In Demon's Souls.

    It was basically playing the game in first person except I didn't use weapons and instead of using backstabs I would pick enemies up from behind and then drop their backs on my knee. Since I refused to use a shield, on the basis that "A true Luchador does not need anything but his own body to fight injustice", I had to do a lot of rolling.

    Also I suplexed both dragons in Boleteria Palace. At the same time.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:17 No.16827923
    some company?

    The word has (like all words) evolved a great deal during it's lifetime.
    >from Gk. anathema "a thing accursed," originally "a thing devoted," lit. "a thing set up (to the gods),"
    >Originally simply a votive offering, by the time it reached Latin the meaning had progressed through "thing devoted to evil," to "thing accursed or damned."

    You said that the city was Roman-esque?
    Then using the latin version of the word might be more prudent.
    She's an offering to evil, a placating votive gift.
    Possibly a virginal sacrifice.
    (don't sleep with her though, the entity she's been gifted to will probably take offence)
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:18 No.16827928

    The best part is that if you get lightning Cestuses (Cesti?) this is vaguley doable in Dark Souls.
    >> Hidersine 11/03/11(Thu)12:18 No.16827933
    rolled 42 = 42

    Go to sleep
    >Dream I'm a vampire
    > live in a gothic style castle
    >Dressed in the finest livery
    >Leave castle
    > fly on undead dragon
    > come back to castle
    >creep upstairs into one of the towers
    > Vampire maiden lying in bed
    >Hot passionate sex
    >Its my sister
    Wake up, eyes wide open
    Shivering slightly
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:20 No.16827948
    I had a /tg/ ish dream last night

    >House becomes infested with Kobolds
    >Whole Family call them Kobolds
    >Fast as fuck and Hidey
    >Yep dem some Kobolds
    >Corner one hiding in a Chair
    >"Steam it dead"
    >Seal that fucker in with beach towels
    >Small Lizard with dragon scales pops out and start melting the ground as we all sink calf-deep into the carpet.
    >Dat ain't no Kobold
    >Grab it
    >Wrestle the "Not Kobold"
    >Wake up as I finally get the Pin

    I'm basing my next campaign around this dream

    There was another Dream where Cthulhu-worshipiing Vikings kidnapped my family and hid on the roof to try and sacrifice them to Cthulhu.

    Also, the Vikings rode Dragons
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:22 No.16827957
    >Enter house.
    >For some reason, I'm 14.
    >Also, everything is in typical porn manga style.
    Honestly, I can't even bring myself to type the rest of it out. I hadn't fapped in 10 days, and it was the first dream I remembered in years.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:24 No.16827968
    Man, I love the 'haven't fapped in a while' dreams
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:28 No.16828011
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    >Fast as fuck and Hidey
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:34 No.16828055
    How did you manage that?
    I mean, after 3 days, I'm so horny I fap away on the toilet with no external stimulus needed.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)12:43 No.16828104

    In my dreams she wears this sort of burning bright white tunic but I can't seem to recall her looks. Just that she has long wavy hair.
    Also, why'd she want some company? If she wants to talk, it's cool.

    The entity to which she was offered is evil?
    I'm intrigued...
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)13:45 No.16828530

    Anathema (from Koine Greek ἀνάθεμα[1] "something dedicated, especially dedicated to evil
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)13:46 No.16828537
    I've thought about it. Then I remember the nightmare in detail and I promptly forget about writing it.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)13:48 No.16828557
    Just kinda happened, I guess. Did more work, went outside, that kinda thing. It's not hard, you just need to do it.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)13:57 No.16828614
    Well, since tineye didn't find it, sauce?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)13:57 No.16828618
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    >Read this thread
    >Be amazingly jealous of everyone


    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:06 No.16828690
    posted this once before, might as well repost

    it started out like a mediocre high school love comedy anime. I was a tennis idol at the school with an adopted-little-sister type girl from my club (she was 12 or so) following me around during practice and the lead girl was just joining the after school tennis club having never played tennis before, so I take her under my wing (kind of small club and she was cute so I took a shot)

    fast forward to episode 3-4 when BAM! I realize that my memories are transplanted and I'm in some deep intelligence covert warfare game with somebody, no idea who yet though. Getting somewhat paranoid I don't tell anyone and the show progresses as normal.

    Episode 6 or so I realize that the new girl in the tennis club is an undercover agent, next episode I get the locked-in-the-storage-shed-with-her deal and instead of playing along like I should, I confront her about what she's up to and after a little song and dance about her being oh-so-innocent and "ooh look we're so alone and I'm so vulnerable in my short little skirt" she finally confesses to being an agent for an organization and she's here to make sure that I'm left alone.

    According to her, I used to be a friend of hers in the organization but wanted out, so I wiped my memories and dumped myself in this little hole of a town. and she just about went rogue trying to find me and keep the organization from finding me and killing me or forcing me back into line, so like an idiot I take her word for it, having been friends with her isn't that big a stretch due to how well we get along and the whole memory wipe fits with my analysis of the situation from before.

    Episode 10 rolls around and the spy girl invites me to some island vacation site and I accept, trusting her by now.
    Then tiberium happens... yeah...
    Shit starts heating up and soon the town gets raided by some very high-tech organization. I ask spy-girl if that's her group and she says that it's a new player

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:07 No.16828693
    Meta-me is now wondering what side is GDI and what side is NOD and soon figures it out when orcas come to raid the hotel we were staying at while we escape in attack bikes escorted by NOD commandos
    Meta-me is starting to get that I was some high-up brat in the brotherhood and the GDI heard I got out and now they want me for intel
    Episode 11 is us staying hidden and culminates in a heartfelt reunion with adopted-sister girl at some point when I get separated from the NOD escort.
    She's GDI. And she's not happy.
    Epsidoe 12, She tells me about NOD, dream-me figures it's oppressive propaganda, meta-me is screaming, I get away from her just as backup arrives and stay the fuck away from everyone and anyone, episode 12 ends after some thrilling threeway hide-and-seek on an island paradise when the fourth player is revealed as I stumble into their hideout.
    The island has a tiberium research facility

    I woke up just as episode 13 was starting

    Anime love-comedy protagonist is thrown into a cat-rabbit-wolf game between NOD, himself and GDI, the first tiberium war is just around the corner and he has no idea who to trust any more

    Anyway... I blame /tg/ for getting my genres mixed...
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:10 No.16828715
    ITT: everyone /tg/ realizes that they have been touched by chaos

    ...and it wasn't a good experience
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:10 No.16828722
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    Come on man, don't leave us hanging.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:12 No.16828734
    >which side is GDI and which is NOD
    damn, past me had terrible grammar...
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:28 No.16828845
    going through my dream journal
    found another gem

    Farcry 2 meets STALKER meets Fallout meets urban setting
    African urban post-apocalypse scavenger survival.

    it had what were called Trolls - Regenerating flesh trees. A shotgun blast to the head at point-blank gave just about enough time to run away or pour lighter fluid on it and set it on fire.

    Wolves - wargs on steroids. perfectly black, nocturnal. best way to spot them was using a spotlight to search for the reflective eyes. Unfortunately, if you started walking around with spotlights on, everything else saw you too.

    Unknown name - Dwarf/giant from STALKER, only with insane hth power. best way to deal with them was to run. slow, punch-trough-concrete strength, and would soak bullets like a fucking... thing.

    Unknown name - controller with bonus ability to control electricity at short ranges.

    The bloodsuckers were pretty basic. so were the african warlords.

    huge city with outlying tin-plate-roof shanty towns, concrete jungle centre and red, yellow and green zones (red zones being here-be-dragons, yellow being here-be-monsters and green being here-be-gangs)

    at one point I ran away from an enraged elementalist elephant...

    awesome dream... I should sleep more...

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:29 No.16828849
    Started off with the transport into the area meeting some problems at a warlord checkpoint. One mutant attack later, I am running for my life from a group of dead fortune seekers and a useless bus. I find a fenced off electrical substation just before nightfall and settle in for sleep. Come morning I go forage for food and run into my first Troll, my pistol and legpower gets me away from there with enough of an eat-able sludge for breakfast. Run into Gwen, a missionaries daughter turned scavenger who shares a breakfast consisting of a black sludge, it tastes awful. Apparently, the sludge is a bi-effect of the troll's regenerative abilities and is the prime foodstuff of the local population. I join Gwen in scavenging the area until dusk. Scraps of metal seem to be the primary currency though tools and functioning machinery is the real moneymaker for the scavengers. Foodstuff and miscellaneous items are also gathered for trade and use. Weaponry and ammo is scarce in the outlying area but more prevalent in the centre.

    We spend the night in a bunker a few kilometres from the centre of the city, yet still several kilometres into the city. Local warlord gets most of the loot for letting us stay in the fortified location. Mounted automatic shotguns and barbed wire line the bunker roof-line and several layers of wire-fence give a decently defensible position. A wolf attack is repelled an hour or so after nightfall. Sleep is restless due to general noises and howling in close proximity to the bunker.

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:29 No.16828858
    A few days pass in the same vein as the first. We are caught out in the open by a patrol from a rival warlord. Raiders. Hiding in an old train-yard we have to stay still until dusk. Unfortunately THEY decide to use the train-yard as camp as well so we stay hidden in an old cargo vehicle. Around 2200 hours the area is hit by roaming wolves, the african patrol does a fighting retreat towards higher ground. This is where we notice more humanoids skulking in the darkness, and they're clad in power armour (Enclave styled). We flee the area trying our best to avoid everyone else, having to put down a few lone wolves and looting an AK-74 from a dead african soldier. Quad magazine, 78 rounds, all in all. While fleeing we disturb a troll and change our heading. Finally feeling safe we move up into an old attic and spend the rest of the night. At dawn we realize that we have probably moved from yellow to red, Gwen is very scared. No one has ever returned from a Red expedition. The area is concrete jungle, we had spent the night in the rafters of a 3-story building. We try to get our location in relation to the nearest safe zone but are jumped by a dwarf-like. Running proves difficult due to heavy urban terrain and the dwarf-like is quite capable of punching trough walls so while we have to run zig-zag trough a maze of buildings, it just runs through them. We finally get to a main street and run freely until the dwarf is out of sight, Gwen notices that the street leads to one of the green areas. we reach a checkpoint into a walled off section, pay a toll in tools and goods gathered during the night. The green zone is a typical red-light district with a few pawn-shops thrown into the mix.

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:30 No.16828861
    >be around 16
    >be female, oh noes
    >be huge fan of star trek at the time
    >start dreaming that I am captain janeway and have to complete missions, make decisions, befriend species and fend off a borg attack
    >wake up next morning just to go back to the exact point where I stoped in the dream the next night
    >for the next half year, I keep dreaming to command the voyager through hundreds of different missions which i dont recall to be in the series, everyone on the bridge is either the of the staff or sometimes replaced by one of my friends, but I still know who they are supposed to be
    >It always is awesome

    honestly, I wish it would have never ended, and I would still go on space adventures
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)14:30 No.16828867
    (Dream is starting to fade, only general info from now on)
    Shotgun get, good machete get, Gwen left the party, fortune seekers joined the party.
    Red-zone expedition is a go. mutant fightan, troll torchan, artifact gettan, backstabban, escape vehiclean, getting-run-down-by-an-elephant-hordan, running-from-an-elementalist-elephant-bullan, dodging-fire-bolts-and-running-in-strong-head-windan...

    Being-found-by-power-armoured-soldiersan. Going-home-with-PTSDan
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:18 No.16829619
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    That wasn't a dream, Sabin.


    >Wake up in some enclosure, it's nighttime, and I'm apparently in hell.
    >Climb over the wall, I'm on a small island, there's a larger one not far away, swim over.
    >Small, disfigured creatures skittering around.
    >Hear a voice behind me
    >"Hey! You there."
    >Ask "Obama how did you get here?"
    >He doesn't reply, his forehead starts glowing
    >Jump out of the fucking way
    >Run away
    >Hellbirds are descending
    >Obama's forehead glows
    >Realize I am utterly fucked.
    >Suddenly drill out of fucking nowhere
    >Kills RobObama
    >There's a door on the side
    >Jump in and barely escape hellbirds

    >On a moving train now
    >Everyone's sleeping, gut feeling tells me shit is bad
    >"Where do you think you're going
    >Leg it through like half a dozen cars, come to a locked door, shout at whoever's in there to let me in.
    >Some guy opens, I close the door behind me, dude goes back into fetal position
    >Tells me we're in limbo and that he died in a car crash.
    >Don't remember my own death.
    >He suggests that I might actually be in a coma and that if I find my last memory I might snap back to myself.
    >Tell him that I'll visit him when I do die
    >Remember some hugeass frog.
    >I wake up under a fallen tree and there's a smell most foul, I'm in a swamp of some sort, my head feels like it just exploded.
    >> Jeb !!Ptc02ZkICDD 11/03/11(Thu)16:30 No.16829698
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    rolled 11 = 11

    >Spend all day in my real life
    >Go to sleep in real life.
    >Wake up as my character in my dream life.
    >Put on my armour
    >Go about my day to day business
    >Look for some quests, Clear forest of the kobolds, get some bread and veg for tea.
    >cook tea, head to tavern
    >make some gold pointing some youngsters in the right direction for a cave
    >Go home, see wife and Auren (My son in this dream life)
    >Sit with wife by fire, sometimes sex.
    >Go to bed.
    >Wake up in real life.

    Everyone wonders why I'm so tired all the time. Been happening since I was 11 (21 now). Starting to worry.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:34 No.16829720
    Have you ever considered that this life is the dream and your other life is real?
    >> Jeb !!Ptc02ZkICDD 11/03/11(Thu)16:35 No.16829727
    rolled 11 = 11


    >First dream, I was 11 and in dream I was 19 and a militia member.
    >Met my future wife 5 months later and got married 4 months later.
    >Had kid 2 years later.
    >Left militia to become a clearer (Or Hunter) when I was 23.
    >6 years later, not much has happened.

    Can recall it all as a memory.
    >> Jeb !!Ptc02ZkICDD 11/03/11(Thu)16:36 No.16829731
    rolled 5 = 5

    >>16829720 more than you dare to imagine. Imagine having to question silently whether you're family and friends are real or figments of you're imagination...in two lives!
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:37 No.16829737
    Now that's what I call immersion.

    When was the first time you killed?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:38 No.16829742
    >Be interested in a girl
    >Think it's never going to work out
    >In my dream
    >Rather then being cock blocked like every other time in a dream, it actually works out
    Aww yeah
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:39 No.16829755
    I had this dream where this image of Jack Nicholson dressed up the joker would spin around in front of my eyes, just laughing.
    There'd be multiple images, and my room was completely fine, except for the rotating Jack Nicholson images.

    I woke up and fell asleep twice. Every time there was Jack Nicholson laughing at me
    >> Jeb !!Ptc02ZkICDD 11/03/11(Thu)16:40 No.16829759
    rolled 20 = 20

    >>16829737 Cresten (my town) is pretty quiet so I never got to kill anything more than the odd rat, stray goblin and whatever I had for tea.

    When I became a clearer/Hunter, I was hired to kill the kobolds (4 foot hyena like people in my dream, more like gnolls). They almost got me. I killed 5 of them with a bow and got 2 with my shortsword.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:54 No.16829848
    There is only one solution. Study as many books about magic in this reality, and become a wizard in your dreams
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:56 No.16829855

    fucking moot telling me part of my comment cant be posted
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)16:57 No.16829866
    I'd really hate to see what happens when you die in one life
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:02 No.16829895
    Your Health is Low. Do you have any Potions? Or Food?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:02 No.16829898
    > Wake up in black room in 'dentist' chair under one spotlight
    Is it safe?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:10 No.16829948
    >implying that isn't Ran from touhou
    >implying /tg/ isn't /touhougames/

    You must be new here.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:11 No.16829959
    Eh, Touhou faggot has been gone for a fucklong time. I Miss his number crunching.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:11 No.16829962
    Also this clearly isn't from an animation, but some doujin from the looks of it.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:19 No.16830014

    >Ignorant westaboo spouting off scarcely-understood labels to try to insult something

    Color me surprised
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:21 No.16830033
    >in a factory where I used to work as teen, night shift, bunch of other people there
    >suddently everything is on fire
    >there is only one exit, we all rush to it
    >huge "security guy" blocking the exit, won't let us out
    >someone hands me a gun
    >shoot the guy, but he doesn't move an inch...
    >keep shooting till I'm out off bullets, guy still stands
    >notice fire extinguisher
    >grab it
    >fire, fire everywhere, too much of it
    >hit the guy with extinguisher, he steps back a bit
    >keep smacking him till his head is bloody pulp
    >he drops, we all escape
    >factory collapses

    wake up
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:25 No.16830066
    I have two kinds of nightmares.

    The first one is the body horror nightmare. It usually goes like:
    >Just sitting around in my reading chair
    >Fuck, my arms itch
    >I scratch the itch, skin peels off and everything below is rotten meat
    >I'm at a football (soccer for you Americans) field
    >Someone kicks the ball to me
    >People shout "Get the ball Anon"
    >"I can't, my legs are wax"
    >People start booing
    >I am totally wax, and starting to melt
    >Molten wax is getting into my eyes
    >"Shit, i need to get them out of there"
    >I start digging out my eyes, but my arms are molten wax too
    And then I wake up
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:26 No.16830077

    Would you faggots kindly shut the fuck up, so we can get dreams dreaman?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:27 No.16830082
    Touhou is Colette from the IRC and is still around.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:27 No.16830083
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    Who insults what?
    Color me confuse.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:28 No.16830097
    Dang it /tg/, why can't I have dreams like you. I rarely remember my dreams, and half the ones I have any recollection of involve me in a school environment, which somehow leads to me doing some mission like grabbing either something mystical or having forgotten to bring something and needing to go get it.

    I have one dream that I really remember, for some reason:
    >Out with friends by local elementary school/park. It's windy.
    >For some reason, we're off our bikes, and then they all blow away.
    >I run off to find my bike, fine pale, light-haired waifu.
    >Asks me to help her. She can't get home.
    >Don't have cell-phone on me, think to go to library (which has pay-phone).
    >For some reason, I end up having to go to a special ed. class, with her.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:33 No.16830132
    I dreamed about a squat techpriest. For some reason, I was in a comic book made after a Stephen King story. I knew, because the plot twists were predictable like Stephen King. For some reason, there also was a tech-priest who looked exactly like Gimli. I knew it was a comic book because all speech was in bubbles, with the dialogue written in faded ball point pen. At some point, I astounded the tech-priest with my profound 40K knowledge. After that, we started to talk in binary with checksums. At that point, the speech bubbles changed to print. We accidentally ordered a thunder hammer and a storm shield from the ACME catalogue that way - for free. At that point, I woke up.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:35 No.16830160
    The other kind of nightmare is more subtle, but actually more horrifying: It is the Slightly Uncomfortable Social Encounter Nightmare

    And these dreams are often /tg/ related
    >I'm sitting with my regular gaming group
    >Everything is going well, people start rolling up their characters
    >One of them says "Wait a minute... These characters are weird, what have you gotten us into"
    >I look at my book cover and see that the game is not our usual game, but Maid RPG/F.A.T.A.L./Hot Guys Making Out

    >I'm sitting at a local bar chatting up a girl
    >"Did you know that the Russians were on the moon before the Americans/That the Dwarves in Dwarf Fortress are a bunch of whores/That CthulhuTech has a rape-machine?"
    >Wait, what the hell did i just say?

    It might sound weird, but these dreams are terrifying. I always get slightly depressed by them after I wake up, until I realize that i never actually do this in real life.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:36 No.16830173
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    I didn't just kill the men... but the women... and the children too! I HATE THEM! THEY WERE LIKE INSECTS AND I SLAUGHTERED THEM LIKE INSECTS!
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:36 No.16830176
    >I run off to find my bike, fine pale, light-haired waifu.
    Whoops. That kinda implies my bike became a person. That should be "find". She was hiding under one of those huge playscapes.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:42 No.16830235
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    More stories about your life as a clearer.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:44 No.16830258
    Sup BrazillianFag(at least, i think you are)
    That's what you get for being brazilian.
    >Be 14(My Weaboo time)
    >Post Apocalyptic version of my City
    >Feudal Japan Castles everywhere
    >Only me and my sister in the street.
    >Start Walking around.
    >Meet White Haired Boy
    >Walk with him
    >He disappears
    >Suddenly i'm sneaking into the Biggest Castle
    >Aberrations everywhere
    >Be Creeped Out
    >Meet Nice Fellow
    >He takes me into a line full of people
    >See my sister there
    >Saw a tent in the end of the Line and Half-Demons thing getting out of there
    >Ran Away with my sister
    >See White Haired Boy
    >Start Walking with him in the castle
    >Meets Apperantly the feudal lord.
    >Takes White Haired Boy
    >brief fight with him and ran away with the boy
    >Runs from the castle
    >Suddenly Big Freakin Demon Burst Out of the Castle Yelling My name
    >Holy shit
    >Demons charge into my direction
    >White Haired Boy eyes turn Red
    Then the Dream ends.
    It was my longest dream. I woke up in the middle of it 3 times
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:49 No.16830294
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    I'm 8 years old.

    My dad walks up to me and says, "You know, we're all going to die. All us humans. There's asteroids everywhere in space, and soon one of them is going to fall and there's going to be so much dust in the atmosphere that there won't be any sunlight for five or six years. All the plants are going to die and there won't be any food. Everyone will starve to death in the darkness, and all the buildings will crumble and all the books will rot and there won't even be anything to show humanity ever existed."

    My face when I'm completely awake when this happens and it's not a dream.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)17:56 No.16830346
    Usually I don't dream, there are few I remember with me moving through unfamiliar, unpersonal enviroments. Corridors, like in a school or university. I need to go somewhere, move all strange like in low gravity, jumping around, making 5 meter steps.
    A snowy plain with a wooden hut in the center, a distinct feeling of danger in the air, I know it wants to kill me, whatever it might be, then suddenly a strange pool with warmwater and edges too high to reach.
    That sort of thing. Nothing inportant or impressive.
    The only thing really noteworthy is that one wet dream I ever had.
    I was sleeping at a friend's, back in school.
    > Some woman, easily 40
    > sitting on me, fucking the living hell out of me
    > mindshattering orgasm
    I wake up from my orgasm, sweating, realize I'm still ejaculating. Shit! Shit! Shit!
    Luckily I'm wearing pants, so I did not mess up the bed. Looking around me; all still asleep, it seems.
    Sneak out of bed, squeeky wooden floor, ancient building (actually a monastery, don't ask), sneaking at the speed of light, still too slow. If anyone sees me now, I'm so gonna hear that for the rest of my life.
    Reach the restroom, cleaning the mess in my pants up, adrenaline pumping like a motherfucker, blood still full of endorphins, grinning like an idiot, barely keeping myself from triumphant laughter.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:01 No.16830369
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    your dad's face when
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:09 No.16830446

    Bah, your dad is totally preoccupied with asteroids. There are plenty of other perfectly good ways for humankind to be wiped out of existence

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:12 No.16830467
    Fuck, what is the source of that pic? I keep seeing it all over the damn place and its really bugging me.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:18 No.16830510
    I can't recollect any dreams to make storytiem out of, but recurring theme is derelict, industrial settings and exploration of thereof. Imagine superstructures from BLAME. Like that, but on a cramped, not spacious side.

    I had a series of 3 dreams (non-consecutive) when I re-visited same old, large house, each time remembering some obscure passages I found during previous visit, then following up on them.

    Often times I seem only semi-affected by gravity. I can make large leaps, and even hover by using fans or just hands to move air. More often than not I am surprised by scale of jump and think I'm gonna break a leg on landing. I land very hard, but unhurt. Odd.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:21 No.16830534
    Watching Ragnarok go down in the Marvel Universe. Thor throws me his hammer so that I can fly away and escape to saftey. That feel when I have the heart for Mjolnir.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:23 No.16830551

    Nice site

    but i think the article about the reverse greenhouse effect is kinda bullshit
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:28 No.16830583
    >I don't dream, I wonder why
    >I decide to make an effort to one night
    >I am alone, huge empty room. Can't see walls.
    >Then I see HIM
    >He looks at me, scared. He knows what's coming.
    >I walk over to him, slowly.
    >He doesn't move, I don't think he can.
    >Grab his hand, hold it in front of his face.
    >Break each finger in half. One by one.
    >His eyes are the only things that move.
    >After the third finger, he starts to whine.
    >He sounds exactly like a dog I saw one time at the vet.
    >Suddenly I'm holding a knife. His eyes are frantic now.
    > [REDACTED]
    >It takes him a long time to die.

    The worst part was that the next day one of my professors went on a rant about how people bottle up their true selves. According to her, we should embrace our inner selves.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:29 No.16830588
    My dreams are usually rather interesting.
    I am invulnerable, I can always fly, use telekinesis, time stop, invisibility and similar powers, including saving/loading though the latter is rather rare. On a number of occasions I had multi-layered dreams, and I've woken up or went to sleep only to find myself in another dream. Sometimes I'm even able to smell and taste in my dreams. Very often I have spontaneous lucid dreams, and sometimes I was even able to remember texts I read in them, though they never made any sense. And some places in my dreams are so recurring, that I even have some kind of map of my dreamworld in my head.

    I never had nightmares since I was 7 or something. Though sometimes my dreams are "reverse nightmares" - I AM the monster, powerful and invincible, and other humans are my prey. I've killed, mutilated and dismembered countless humans. I enjoyed their fear and despair. I ate human flesh and I liked it. At first, it was rather disturbing, but later I got accustomed to it and now it's quite enjoyable.
    I've flown to distant stars, I've seen Lovecraftian Elder Gods, I've wandered bizarre and beautiful worlds with non-euclidean geometries, I've seen nightmarish creatures and was greeted by them as their kin. I was the God, and I desperately wanted someone to kill me and destroy entire Universe as I was extremely bored. And my wish was granted, I saw the destruction of everything and waked up with a sigh of relief. I've seen nuclear explosion while being at ground zero. I mutated into horrible creatures. I existed in the form of energy ball and merged with other such creatures, becoing one being. It was probably the most strange and disorienting thing I've ever experienced, but I loved it.

    I've written down many of my dreams, but It will be difficult to translate them to English.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:33 No.16830620

    >mommy help me i had a nightmare baaawwwww

    So there was this time I dreamt I was drizzt, it was awesome

    my dream is as releveant to /tg/ as your dream
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:34 No.16830630
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    >Wake up in a land of darkness lying on a small pile of white rocks and sand
    >Apparantly I no longer look human as I my hands have become clawlike and I definitely have a tail. Plus I can somehow see in total darkness
    >Dick around in the darkness, there's some kind of water the pile of rocks and sand is standing in, some unlit torches in several places and piles of rocks and sand everywhere
    >No islands anywhere, just water and piles of rocks and sand
    >The dark world fades (best description I can come up with)
    >Somehow I'm in some sort of old timey high class room
    >There are also people here and I'm lying down inside a circle
    >Somehow I know its odd that I can get out of the circle
    >I proceed to slaughter every last human in there, screams and blood and violence
    >I start to eat the kills
    >Look up, see my own horrible form in the mirror (can't remember exactly how it looked), then go back to eating
    >World fades again, I fall into darkness
    >Land in the water again, I now recognize it as blood
    >Go to sleep on top of the nearest pile of what I now recognize as bone and bonemeal
    >Best sleep in months
    >Continue to have dreams of this place with all kinds of weird stuff happening like:
    >- Torches turn on, I hunt things
    >- Weird robed things with inhuman appearances visit me and talk to me (no idea what was said like most dreams). Many have humanoid or vaguely humanoid forms
    >- I explore other places by going there somehow, all dark places but some have light, some are caves, some even seem to be buildings. Weird creatures everywhere
    >I keep having dreams like these, probably more than I realize because I don't remember most dreams
    And I don't know why but I love having these dreams. I don't know why.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:35 No.16830645
    Only dreams I have that are scary, are scary on levels I don't get until I sit down and analyze them.

    >Am researching something called the, "bear tree."
    >Talk to people that live in house with bear tree in yard.
    >Middle-aged couple, very happy, though the husband is jittery.
    >Talk about their childhoods.
    >Realize that the childhoods they're talking about are the roaring twenties.
    >They are too young to have been alive then.
    >They look, worriedly back and forth between each other and show me to the tree.
    >It's enormous, and has a sweet, sap-like smell coming from it.
    >"It eats time."
    >"Anything that gets too close gets smacked by it, hard enough to be thrown back in time several years."
    >"The thing is, the sap absorbs the time from the people that it hits."
    >"We've found that eating the sap stops you from aging for a while, but it's highly addictive. We put some in your tea, you should be feeling the effects-"
    >I feel drawn to the tree and just walk up to it. It doesn't swing.
    >I look inside the tree, a big, jagged hole in the side that looks like it was hit by a bolt of lightning.
    >Tiny, very dead terrier puppy skewered on the jagged spikes inside the hole.
    >"Oh, another thing, if the hit kills you, it can't send you back. It just eats the rest of your time."
    >Hear branches creaking above. Don't move.
    >See a branch creep down in front of me, the twigs at the end curling up into a hard ball, sap dripping from them.
    >Suddenly, my face hurts, and I'm catapulting backwards, away from the tree.
    >Wake up when I hit the ground.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:36 No.16830654
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:37 No.16830660
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    >Marvel Thor

    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:38 No.16830669
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    >mfw My last dream I remember is me explaining why Top Gear is a good show
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:41 No.16830694
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    Oh, hey.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:44 No.16830721
    I used to remember my dreams more. I'm trying to keep a dream journal, see if that improves things.

    >>Princess Celestia and unknown human (voice actress? fan artist?) having tea.
    >>Woman takes a drink of tea, falls over unconscious, out of sight
    >>Two guard ponies trot over.
    >>one starts to lower his head, stops, apologizes to Princess
    >>she says something like 'don't wait on my account'
    >>all three lean over and begin eating human alive.
    >>Placid smile never leaves Celestia's face.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:46 No.16830738
    >two guard ponies
    get the fuck out
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)18:48 No.16830757
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    Sounds like a plan.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:06 No.16830892
    >you will never bust a fox-girl's ass-cherry
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:07 No.16830900
    the joke is that it isn't, right?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:08 No.16830906
    >be 12
    >have dream that I'm much older, in my late teens
    >Donned in full archery leathers with bow and quill
    >walking through a hot as fuck desert
    >pass through a couple deserted towns on my way to I forget where
    >dream lasts 2 days
    >only been asleep for a couple hours
    >holy fuck my legs are tired and I'm possibly dying of heat exhaustion
    >finally reach a town
    >aim longbow
    >pull back ready to fire, sight's blurry but I'm aiming toward the town
    >wake up after seemingly two days travel

    recently I've seen inception but I still don't believe myself when I remember that dream lasting longer than I was asleep for.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:13 No.16830943
    Cool things never happen in my dreams. They MIGHT happen; but I inevitably miss it or it doesn't start before I wake up; one time, I was about to move through woods and engage a group of elves, but I couldn't find a flint for my Baker rifle; I searched all over for a flint and couldn't find one. I did find a chunk of flint on the ground so I knapped out what I needed, fitted it to the rifle, took my place in the skirmish line and then the dream ended.

    I was really pissed; I wanted to fire that sumbitch.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:30 No.16831090
    Last nights dream actually.
    >Be in some sort of cabin near a lake
    >Waiting my dad to pick me up
    >Im swimming, grilling doing shit alone
    >A fucking bear appears, i run inside to hide it
    >Im so scared, call to my dad "You need to pick me up! BEAR IS IN HERE"
    >"naah, it takes too long to get there, like... 40mins or something"
    >Im shaking and in terror
    >Few hours pass and all people from my family arrives, looks like it was supposed to be surprise party
    >Its night, someone is asking "Hey! Whats that dog in the bushes?"
    >I remember it has to be a the fucking bear
    >But everything is interrupted when screams and crying fill everyones ears
    >I duck and crawl to the beach
    >Red sky is reflecting from the lake, i look to the skies. Its red and black, the sun is blood red with yellow pointy corona
    >Moon is moving towards the sun, to block it
    >When it hits the sun, lake starts to boil with blood, leafs fall from trees, ground tremples and we see something burrowing out of ground
    >Sun has a face, it sheds two blue tears and closes its eyes and dissapears.
    >Watch as undead and skeletons rise, starting to eat all my beloved friends and family.
    >Run back to cabin somehow, find a shotgun. Think about briefly the quickest way to die. Shoot myself between the eyes. Wake up.
    >Feel like calling to all my relatives and just ask how they are doing.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:47 No.16831206
    sort of unrelated, but I once had a dream about this show called 'little traveller' only I was participating in it. After I awoke I was convinced that the show actually existed and wrote everything down that I could remember before going back to sleep. I barely remember it at all now.

    >little traveller
    >girl - needs to repay debt - weighs on her soul
    >secret garden
    >walking stick gear
    >swallow - abducts man?
    >cartoon remake - new age stuff - looks like the >magic schoolbus
    >transported to a different time/realm/dimension
    >like the secret garden or return to oz.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)19:52 No.16831232
    Once upon a time, Chuang Tzu dreamed that he was a butterfly, flying about enjoying itself. It did not know that it was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he awoke, and veritably was Chuang Chou again. He did not know whether it was Chuang Chou dreaming that he was a butterfly, or whether it was the butterfly dreaming that it was Chuang Chou. Between Chuang Chou and the butterfly there must be some distinction. This is a case of what is called the transformation of things.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:00 No.16831273
    I have never read that. It looks like Junji Ito's work. What's it called?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:01 No.16831285
    You might want to delete your post when you find out that the answer has been there all along.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:04 No.16831297
    >Know that i'm Dreaming
    >It's having a shit load of nightmares during that time
    >Tries to Wake up
    >Can't do it
    >seeing myself in third person
    >"Welp might as well go along with the plan"
    >Walk around a Generic Fantasy City
    >Can see the "Boundaries" of my dream
    >"Shit that's pretty fucked up"
    >Se a Wanted Dead or Alive Poster
    >It's a Fucking Tree Trunk, like who ninjas use to disappear or some shit like that.
    >Wtf is this shit
    >Walks around
    >Suddenly i'm next to a river
    >Walking next to the river
    >Stumble into something and fall in the river.
    >Manages to Swim into the surface
    >Looks on what i stumbled
    >It's the Tree Trunk.
    >It Falls on me and i die drown'd

    And that's how i got killed by a tree trunk
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:07 No.16831313
    Reminds me of a dream I had:

    >Top Gear was now set at my Secondary School's science lab.
    >Clarkson was outside testing an AV-98 Ingram (mech from Patlabor).
    >The Stig was dressed as Decade (from Kamen Rider, man I don't even watch it).
    >May couldn't stop laughing.
    >Hammond had absolutely no clue what was going on.
    >I was some kind of ghost camera thing; wasn't in the dream at all.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:09 No.16831325
    I apologize, I'm a derp sometimes.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:37 No.16831531
    >In CF Reserves
    >Get home from parade, hammered
    >Pass out
    >Suddenly awake and in firefight
    >Holed up in building with Talibs surrounding us
    >Buddy gets smoked with RPG, round throws smoke and debris everywhere
    >Talibs run through, AK wildfire everywhere
    >Rush them with bayonet
    >Stab his dirty Pashto face
    >His buddy shoots me in the neck
    >As I'm bleeding out, I watch them execute my good friend

    Terrified me into not volunteering for a tour.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:47 No.16831618
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    I am actually crazy. You all can talk about your creepy dreams all you wish, but I am actually crazy. A weird dream here and there can be good, usually it simply shows an overactive imagination, or just deep rooted things.

    But I've been on the far side of it. Dealing with insomnia for fear of sleep, or just a hatred of rest. Ever since I was a child I had what they called "night terrors", where I would wake up from those dreams pissing myself, or screaming until someone came to check on me.

    The best part is, the drugs given always made them worse. Always telling me I'm depressed or bipolar.

    Apparently no one will consider you out right crazy unless you act like that Sonichu guy, or go on a killing spree. No you're just "depressed" and unable to get over your problems.

    Everyone expects you to live a full wholesome life on little amounts of sleep. And the nights you do rest well, you're fatigued from fighting, running, and bleeding in your nightmares.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:52 No.16831661
    I once dreamed that I owned a shotgun that fired miniature helicopters, blades spinning.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)20:57 No.16831703
    How much XP did they give, is the important question here.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:17 No.16831896
    You sound like a friend of mine. He stays up early in the morning until he drops from exhaustion so he won't dream, for a fear that some past life he's convinced he led will leave him with horrible nightmares of people long since dead screaming at him or trying to kill him until he woke up in the morning.

    He's never been on meds, because he's slept like this for as long as he can remember and just never dreamed. Eventually he gave himself a reason not to.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:22 No.16831932
    That doesn't make you crazy, that makes you a paerson with either a phobia or an insomniac.

    And I'm pretty sure you can get meds for it. Then again I'm not American so I don't have to pay for that kind of stuff so its always a valid option for me.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:23 No.16831941
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    That is really the best way to do it. You're too tired to dream. Even when the dreams stop scaring you while you are awake, you can't find that kind of reason while sleeping. So you still freak yourself out, you still thrash, and tense your muscles and grind your teeth, and wake up feeling like you just had a fight with a bear.

    Then you go to work.

    You try to explain to people what is wrong, and people either think you are nuts ( But not crazy enough to be sympathetic to). Lying ( The BEST feeling ever.) OR they act like you're a pussy.

    Nothing like someone who watched too many animes while they mooched off their parents saying you just needed to "man up" and drill punch the heavens bullshit.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:30 No.16831996
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    No? Not being able to sleep might not make you crazy. But I've done the whole "fall asleep" wake up someplace else and don't remember how I got there. Or can't tell if it is a dream or I am awake.

    I remember pulling over my car on the road because I was so tired. When I woke up, I started driving again, two hours late to work. I got there, and walked inside, checked in, and gave my boss my excuse. He wanted me to change out some of the signs hung up around the place ( Garden store) that were just drilled into the wooden stands.

    So I took the drill walked outside, and stuck it into the first customer I saw. Right into their face, and when they fell down screaming, I did it again into their temple. I could feel their bits of bone, brain and blood getting on me.

    Then I woke up in my car, and I had been there for more then six hours. Just sitting on the side of the highway.

    When I told family about this, I was put in the mental ward for a while.

    Guess how fun places like that are.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:31 No.16832010

    That sounds a lot like a few dreams I've had:

    >Camping with my friends
    >I have more of a sense that they're there, walking around at the edge of my vision, but can't remember actually seeing them
    >There are these crows hopping around by the edge of a stream
    >I walk towards the stream
    >Crows are rotting zombie crows, though they behave just like normal living ones
    >Hear this horrible cracking, snapping, booming coming closer
    >Look up and see flashes on the horizon
    >Sounds are deafening even this far away, but still coming closer
    >Know that the world is being destroyed by some experiment gone wrong or some shit
    >Wake up

    I've had a few others like that; "end of the world" dreams where it just happens and there's nothing that I can do about it, or even in response to it but stand there waiting, with only a hint of what is actually happening but still the certainty that everything is fucked.

    Once it was even asteroids and the moon and planets hurtling towards the earth, breaking up; sounds a lot like your moon thing. A LOT. Which is weird.

    Do we all have some genetic fear of the fucking moon and shit crashing into us?
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:31 No.16832014
    I retract my post. You're not anything besides an attention whore.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:37 No.16832058

    Um, why the fuck wouldn't they just be giving you sedatives so that you can sleep? They tend to make you not dream; I say this from experience as a more garden variety insomniac.

    Most doctors' offices might as well have a bowl of Ambien sitting at the front desk where you can just scoop up handfuls of them like candy; shit is not hard to get a prescription for (though I personally hate it, but that's another long story).
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:42 No.16832096
    The thing that most people don't get is that the part of your brain that processes nightmares is the same one that processes your actual memories. As far as both your brain and your body are concerned, that bear you wrestled, or the indescribable horror from beyond the veil of reality that just sat there staring at you while you screamed and thrashed, trying to get away from it as it repeatedly smashed you to death until you were slogging, ankle-deep, through your own gore(one I remember having, sorry), was real, and that all that flailing and attempting to run away from it was absolutely required for survival.

    They believe that if a dream is that bad, that you would wake up part-way through it, when something bad happens. Most people do. Something in the dream jars them awake most, but not all, of the time. Some people, though, they don't wake up, the dream just keeps going even after all the parts that would wake everyone else up.

    It leaves you mentally exhausted, and incapable of dealing with much of anything. It's like none of the sleep you got even mattered.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:48 No.16832162
    >I"m at work
    >Well fuck me, I don't want to be there when I'm awake
    >Serving Food
    >My co-working is talking to someone else, complaining that her eye is killing her.
    >Ask her about it. She turns around.
    >Fucking horrible red worm floating around in a little cyst in her eye
    >Freak out a little, silently.
    >Then, customers, can't deal with this freaky shit right now.
    >One of them is staring at me. Smiling.
    >The look he's giving me seems to say "I know you know"
    >Then I'm serving him his food and he never looks away from me or stops smiling
    >He sticks his arm over to where I've got the rest of the food I'm serving. I slam something down on it. Panicking completely.
    >His arm just bends like rubber
    >Then it becomes a tentacle and I can see more of those red worms falling into the food.
    >No one else seems to notice any of this.
    >Silently freak out as I serve other people the infected food.
    >Wake up.

    OP, your dream turned you off PnP, I used mine as the basis for a campaign.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)21:56 No.16832235
    Im pretty immune to all scary dreams. Until this one.
    >lucid dreaming yeah!
    >flying around like a bawss!
    >beat up a bunch of people i dont like
    >summon up a woman to fuck
    >do amazing shit
    >she turns to me and says
    "Dont wake up, I dont want to die."
    >> teka 11/03/11(Thu)22:07 No.16832350
    and then you did wake up.

    what a jerk move Anon.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)22:24 No.16832542
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    Hey look it's exactly the shit I complain about. Look at all that attention I get being anon on 4chan.

    Oh wait.

    Go ahead and say it is pointless whining, but it hardly amounts to shit for attention when no one knows who you are, or will remember this thread past a day or two.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)22:27 No.16832576
    Don't ask me. Maybe it was because I suggested it, and like most people assume I must be bullshitting because I am a huge beefy man, not a little girl in distress.

    I've pointed out lack of sleep as the problem over and over, but I've only been given shit for "depression".
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)22:29 No.16832596
    >> Author 11/03/11(Thu)22:38 No.16832698
    >Talking with pen pall on webcam.
    >She's practicing her English.
    >Someone calls her outside the room.
    >She looks and kicks her leg out startled.
    >Kick turns webcam.
    >See door, door opens slowly.
    >Shadow creature shorter than doorknob enters.
    >Turns into scaled creature.
    >Turns into clawed creature.
    >Teleports around the room.
    >Still walking slowly toward girl.
    >She screams.
    >I cover my eyes.
    >Screaming stops.
    >I can feel it looking at me through webcam.
    >I wake up screaming.
    >I email pen pall since she's awake in South Korea now.
    >We've been talking for three months.
    >Never hear back from her.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)23:01 No.16832897
    Wow, your dad is kind of a giant cunt.

    Anyway, tell me tg, am I the only one who dreams about fighting zombies at least once a month?
    >> Bi-Polar Hernandez !KuKq0dYqkQ 11/03/11(Thu)23:15 No.16833019
    Goddamn, I just want to have a dream where I'm a SPEHSS MAHREEN or something.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)23:28 No.16833164
    Oh god... oh god no...

    Holy fuck it's like I'm actually on /nosleep!

    Still terrified.
    >inb4 pussyfag

    My sleep schedule is fucked, so I get like, 3 to 5 hours of sleep every night, and have 15 to 30 minute naps during the day. Obviously, I don't get many dreams.
    Until today, when I woke up from a nap remembering something along the lines of WH40K bumper cars in a Thunderhawk with Space Marine bros. I felt weirded out, but was still really fucking tired so I went back to sleep after checking my watch. I had another dream, don't remember much. Something happened in the dream, and I woke up, and looked at my watch. Less than two minutes had passed since I last looked at it.
    Speed dreaming. It's possible.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)23:36 No.16833239
    I've had that dream. I spent the entire time praying to the emperor and training with my brothers. It was actually pretty intense.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)23:38 No.16833263
    Whether it's a good dream or a nightmare, you can't disagree that there's nothing more stimulating than a vivid dream.
    >> Anonymous 11/03/11(Thu)23:57 No.16833417
    or she could be an offering to him.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:05 No.16833469
    Well, this is going to sound odd, but the dream that fits these parameters is actually the last dream I can consciously remember. I don't think I've been able to recall any dreams since.
    >Be... I dunno, it was in the lower grades. 2nd or 3rd, maybe.
    >The dream starts out in my home at the time. Nice place in a wooded area, closest neighbor is a nearly a mile away.
    >I am alone in my house.
    >Wander around for a bit, looking for the others.
    >enter kitchen, there is a bird cage on the table.
    >find this odd, as we don't have birds.
    >encounter a family member
    >I don't know how I can, but I can tell they aren't human anymore.
    >Suddenly, they're vampires, Bram Stoker variety.
    >Attempt to flee house, lawn is now insects of various sizes.
    >hide in the large van that our family owns
    >Monstrous insects, what appear to be centipedes, begin to wrap around the vehicle
    >smaller insects begin to work their way in as the van is crushed by the larger insects
    >they're about to get in
    And then I woke up. Haven't had a dream I can recall since.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:06 No.16833478
    The bugs killed your dream self.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:08 No.16833486
    So it would seem.
    Or the Dream Catcher I invested in was a hell of a lot more effective than I gave it credit for.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:11 No.16833511
    I only remember a snippet of one recurring dream I had when I was, like, 6 or 7. It's pretty lame, but it terrified the shit out of me for some reason.

    Every time the recurring dream started, I'd be in some kind of dark wooded area, sitting on a fallen log. I have a terrible feeling of apprehension, and the forest is dark and foreboding. As I'm wondering why I'm there, a giant black dog with coals for eyes(not glowing eyes, actual burning coals) comes walking out of the forest, staring at me. I'm absolutely paralysed with terror, I can't move an inch or even turn my head away from the vision. The huge as fuck black dog keeps coming closer and closer until it's standing so close I could touch it if I could reach out, when I finally regain control of my mouth. For some reason, every time, I ask it "Who are you?".
    As the dog opens its mouth to answer, I wake up screaming. Every single time.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:11 No.16833512
    Perhaps the true purpose of the Dream Catcher is to act as an anchor for the web of the Dream Spider to eat the Dream Bugs?
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:14 No.16833536
    That's the thing. The dream Catcher I had either broke or simply went missing years ago. Somewhere around 14 years, actually. I have not had a dream for 14 goddamn years.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:17 No.16833559
    Time to buy another dreamcatcher for five bucks, then.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:18 No.16833575
    I once had a dream where I was with a team of paranormal investigators, one of whom was a British gentleman dressed like he was on a typical African safari.

    We were hunting down hypnotic werewolves and vampire poltergeists.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:20 No.16833594
    >hypnotic werewolves
    Once you look them int he eyes, you'll never see anything else again.
    >vampire poltergeists
    In otherwords, classic turn-into-mist vampires?
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:20 No.16833595
    That's the funny part. I think it was something we made in art class out of a coat hangar and string. And the problem isn't that I'm having dreams, it's that I'm still NOT having them. It's just a brief moment of dark silence and then the morning comes.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:22 No.16833616
    That's what I mean, perhaps it's time to catch your dreams.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:25 No.16833638
    Were it so easy.
    Though, the human mind is an odd thing. If I truly thought it would work, it probably would. That's probably how I got into this situation, anyway.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:25 No.16833644
    >be dreaming
    >someone tells me to put on my glasses, they'll show me the truth
    >put them on, see that everything is fake
    >kill it all
    >only a void is left
    >A BLANK CANVAS! I mold a new universe into existence
    >comes out disappointingly similar to old one
    >some other shit I don't remember happens in between, but for some reason I summon Cthulhu
    >mfw I've called up what I cannot put down
    >my first thought it to run off and find a giant corpse to animate into a mech
    >find one
    >run into trouble: the fuck are all these colours? none of them even exist!
    >animate it despite nothing making sense
    >I'm in a mech
    >it's the Himalayas
    >Cthulhu reaches out a pulls swords as long as he is tall out of K2 and Everest
    >yes, Cthulhu is large enough to simultaneously pull swords out of mountains 820 miles apart
    >I'm pretty huge too, but fuck, that's enormous
    >obviously I need swords, too
    >emerald is a colour, but sapphire isn't
    >I guess I'll have to make do with one sword
    >wait, no, no I don't, I'm a fucking god, I don't have to take this shit
    >summon infinite swords, start danmaku-ing Cthulhu
    >it's not having any obvious effect, but I'm certain that I'm at the verge of finishing him
    >suddenly, my future self is at the edge of my vision, inside my mech
    >he looks more like Cthulhu than me
    >realize Cthulhu is my distant future self
    >fuck this, I'm not letting my future self die against some shitty human
    >switch places
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:25 No.16833645
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    I had a dream within a dream once. Thought I was fading in and out of waking/dreaming state. I've done it before when I was completely exhausted. Figured I'd finally managed to have a lucid dream since I'd never knowingly had one.
    Had some fun running around doing crazy shit flying around with a glider or ultralight.
    I woke up, my alarm was going off (10AM) and I was going to be late for work. I had just enough time to get out of bed before I woke up for real.
    It was actually 5 am.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:26 No.16833651
    >suddenly I'm Cthulhu; I'm fucking huge
    >use Cthulhoid magic to blow up the mech
    >oops, nearly blew my past self up -- throw past self into the past instead
    >fuck this universe, need to erase it, and for that I need to find Azathoth
    >shit happens, I find Azathoth
    >Azathoth is a hot chick for some reason
    >consentacle fuck a new universe into existence
    >Old Ones and gods everywhere, sentient stars singing in the burning celestial sea; this universe is fucking awesome
    >decide that me and Azathoth need to merge to better lord over the universe
    >for some reason, this means consuming her
    >I am unequaled in power, but I can no longer distinguish my presence from hers, even if she's still somewhere in there, it feels like it's all me
    >create a Nyarlathotep to interact with, but he's a dick and goes off on his own
    >nothing has meaning anymore
    >pick up my blasphemous flute and sink into the nuclear chaos, no longer interested in my universe
    >wake up
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:29 No.16833687
    >zombie apocalypse
    >party of survivors on a beach
    >realise that the beach is the ash from the bodies of everyone who died but didn't zombie
    >plan suicide pact
    >speedboat pulls up
    >kurt russell gets out
    >"don't kill yourselves, you aren't the last people alive. You are all important characters, but I am the last person to die, because I am Kurt Russell, the motherfucking protagonist"

    and then i woke up
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:30 No.16833694

    Everyone looked them in the eyes, which turned to the typical cartoon red and white swirls. I forget how I saved the team.

    As for the vampires, they didn't just turn to mist. We were fighting one in a kitchen, and it tried to make a break for it by possessing all the kitchenware and turn into what was essentially a pots and pans golem. The british dude ran after it, and corralled it toward me, where I given holy water to splash it with.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:46 No.16833834
    >be sixteen
    >scorching hot day
    >in a housing estate, all shitty 70's brick veneer and hardy plant landscaping, no people
    >this is the physics district
    >walk up a hill for a few ks
    >mcmansions, leafy streets and lawns that have been rolled out long enough ago to start dying but not long enough to take root
    >this is the chemistry district
    >continue up the hill
    >green-black glass windows, ultra-modern cylinder based houses in blinding white concrete, no gardens, only tanbark
    >look up, see a mountain toweing above the estates, with cathedrals, temples, pyramids and obelisks all up in the place
    >that is the religious district, but nobody knows about it

    Wake up in cold sweats
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:56 No.16833924
    >Staring at the world around me.
    >Fly straight up.
    >Look down at the world from space.
    >Fly further, 'up,' occasionally look back.
    >Hit a sort of, 'field,' that slows me down for a split-second, but I pass through it.
    >Finally flip around to look back.
    >Enormous, semi-shapeless mass with a glowing tendril through the middle.
    >It writhes a bit, lashing about.
    >Look closer, see nebulae, galactic clusters.
    >Mind registers the word, 'universe.'
    >Pick a roughly parallel-ways direction to the glowy bit, fly.
    >Pass division between that universe and one that is, by comparison, dim and motionless; it only moves from the end one moving.
    >Continue flying.
    >More dim universes.
    >Ball of light at the end of the tendril down the middle of all the universes.
    >It's constantly twitching...
    >...beating. Like a heart.
    >"So, what, our universe isn't just, 'alive,' in air quotes, it's actually alive?"
    >Warm feeling washes over me. Hear thoughts, all of them indecipherable.
    >Fly closer to it.
    >See vague shape around it, spiraling out around the long, 'tendril,' of universes.
    >My mind can't comprehend or describe it.
    >Wake up, a shiver running down my spine as I reflexively shake my head.
    >Feel disassociated for the rest of the day, like the world around me isn't real.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)00:59 No.16833945
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    >walk into room, family member sitting with their back to me on the floor
    >uneasy feeling, I somehow know that it isn't actually them
    >walk closer, grab them by the head
    >start pulling and twisting
    >neck starts to stretch in a semi-realistic way
    >face is now pointing at me
    >it begins screaming in a totally inhuman way, also I think the mouth/jaw started to stretch

    That's all I remember but couldn't sleep for a long time after that, and it's probably my 2nd oldest dream memory.

    I'm also pretty sure I hadn't seen The Thing at that age so no idea where the stretching and screeching came from.

    Also I miss /x/ ... why did /b/ have to kill it ... twice ...
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)01:12 No.16834056
    I rarely dream and I remember them even less often, but when I do they're pretty awesome. They'd probably be more so if I was able to lucid dream, though.

    >Start out at an excavated grave sight from an old X-Files episode.
    >Hop into it because why not, find out there's a tunnel running along underneath it.
    >Wait until nighttime, enter the tunnels with my best friend (no idea who he was, my dreams usually invent people).
    >I find and don an Iron Man Mk. 1 suit, Mafia gangsters suddenly start chasing us.
    >Somehow manage to lose them in an expansive cave system, even with my noisy-ass robosuit.
    >Exit caves to find myself in a grand old mansion, sans friend.
    >Don't care about missing friend, take off armor, run into my girlfriend whom I did not know in my dream.
    >Immediately start dating anyways, blond beachboy is being an ass so I challenge him to a race.
    >Suddenly I'm outside and running for my life, no idea where the finish line is.

    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)01:12 No.16834068
    >Find a small airplane, board it to find it empty except for one body (not a murder scene, it was like it was being transported).
    >Plane takes off, barely breaks the treeline before the engines fail and it crashes.
    >I'm totally fine, keep running until I flag down a hippy VW van on the road.
    >Driver is a skeleton hippy, with a regular old hippy and another skeleton hippy as passengers.
    >Totally normal, ride in van until it spins out within sight of the checkpoint.
    >Run to checkpoint, my girlfriend is waiting there, second part of race is a direct vs. with the beachboy.
    >Hear someone mumble something about "Those damn alien Furbees" behind me.
    >It's Scruffy the Janitor, watch him open the window of a nearby building, out of which a metric shitton of green Furbees pour.
    >Ride the tide of alien Furbees a la the rock crab scene in Pirates of the Caribbean 3.
    >While the beachboy and his friends race us in flying rubber dinghies.
    >Wake up immediately after I cross the finish line ahead of him.

    It was pretty awesome. My girlfriend, on the other hand, only ever seems to have incredibly detailed threesome dreams involving her, me, and a random person she saw during the day. Not even someone she necessarily found attractive.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)02:39 No.16834671
    >zombie apocalypse. Holed up in suburban back yard with more survivors.
    >in yard there's an old couple, a redneck with his truck, a dead trucker and his semi, a hot english schoolgirl and myself.
    >redneck stands up saying "I'm sorry y'all, I can't take this, I'ma chance it." He gets into his truck and smashes through the fence.
    >makes it 18' into the dense crowd of zombies before his truck breaks, has enough of a berth of room to get out and kick a tire, prompting it to collapse entirely
    >he is swarmed over, bones crack and flesh tears and man screams
    >zombies ignore us for a second, the old couple pray, the hot chick beckons me to the opened semi, I follow.
    >awww yeah time to eat some wait a second
    >look up
    >abandoned, placid suburbia, no litter, just peace
    I wake up. I go to my job.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)02:44 No.16834698
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    Someone say Goblins?
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)02:53 No.16834745
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    last night I was having a dream where I went to Wal*Mart and bought a ton of single Magic cards. Not that Wal*Mart sells them. Then Wilykit and Wilykat, the new ones, specifically, jacked my shit and I had to chase them all over to get it.

    Then I drove them home, and laid down in a hammock and fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw 5 jets in the sky flying side by side. One started to get closer, and suddenly I realized it was an atom bomb and the nuclear end was upon us. I woke up so fast my heart hurt.

    And I never got my magic cards back.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)02:59 No.16834790
    I remember when I was heavy into text-based RP on MUCKs/MUSHes that I had a couple text based dreams. Surreal as hell, but fun.
    Particularly given that you aren't supposed to be able to read in dreams. I'm not sure what that means for me.

    A friend had one of those once, then he swore off text-RP for a long time, text dream freaked him out too much.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:04 No.16834824
    Don't feel bad, OP.

    Everyone hates children.

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    >mfw the worst nightmare i have is of a man getting his moustache cut off

    it was horrible. there were whiskers everywhere.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:19 No.16834916
    Threesome dreams? Dude, you totally have an in.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:20 No.16834923

    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:24 No.16834941
    Archive worthy thread?
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:27 No.16834956
    I dreamt I was a vampire on a boat on my way to Germany.

    Not really that symbolic.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:44 No.16835062
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    >Vidya-style dream
    >I'm a soccer mom with a precious, perfect little daughter
    >Live across from your typical haunted house in my expensive, clean home
    >Some creepy dude that hardly goes outside lives in there
    >Instruct daughter never go to near that house

    >Daughter plays around the house anyway, gets dragged inside by something
    >Mother of FUCK
    >Go into husband's library where he keeps his fancy guns on display
    >Set some gear up and get ready to charge into that house
    >Go into house, has that old, haunted look inside too
    >Dolls everywhere
    >Seriously everywhere, tied to the walls, sitting in the chairs, in cabinets
    >Bump into a doll and press a button on it's chest
    >Button causes the doll to play a recording of some little girl being raped
    >Look behind doll
    >Picture of a beaten little girl with semen pouring out of her that looks just like the doll
    >Aww shit

    >Go through the house and into the upper floors
    >Discover that there's a giant, deformed man living there with obligatory monstrous strength
    >Now that I've seen the dolls and his house he has to kill me
    >Fuck that, shoot him in the knees
    >Drag him to some water pipes and tie him up
    >Pull out a sewing kit, a knife, and some chicken bones
    >Cut open his stomach, force the chicken bones in, sew him back up and leave him there
    >Find my daughter
    >We go home and have sandwiches, she promises not to ever go near weird houses again

    Everything went better than expected.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:47 No.16835080
    >Stay up entirely too long due to real-life issues
    >Handle what I can
    >Finally find a place to sleep
    >Conk out
    >Dream about sitting in a chair, talking to someone I can't see
    >Bright light focused on me
    >IV in my arm
    >Want to get up and away from the light
    >Can't seem to move
    >Whatever, fine
    >Answer more questions, can't remember details, for what seems like hours
    >Finally wake up
    >Roommate tells me never to sleep on the couch again
    >Still tired, ask why
    >Says I talk in my sleep
    >Ask what I said
    >He refuses to give me details, just says I'm not allowed to sleep on the couch again and that I weird him out

    I think people are fucking with me about my sleeptalking, sometimes, but then I catch a weird look in a person's eye and get paranoid as fuck about it again.
    >> Inquisitorial Librarian 11/04/11(Fri)03:49 No.16835097
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    >Asleep... and things start getting completely fucking horrifying. (I don't usually remember the details. Just that feel... that terrified, raised hackles feel.)
    >Wake up. Something's not right. Everything is off... oh shit, horrifying not rightness. Not right... not right... not right...
    >Wake up. For real. Cold sweat, all over. Have to turn on the lights and stay up for a few minutes to feel normal.

    I hate those dreams. I hate not being able to remember, because I know it's something absolutely terrifying, something horrible, and I can't describe it. I can't picture it, and that means I can't figure out why I shouldn't be afraid.

    But what I really hate is that tiny, nagging feeling... what if. Because I wake up inside the dream, thinking myself still asleep, until I wake up for real. But what if...
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)03:53 No.16835115
    1 Get a microphone hooked to your computer.
    2 Get audacity, set large buffer, start recording.
    3 (optional) sleep on the couch
    4 ???
    5 Post the interesting bits.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)04:48 No.16835368
    You're damn right it is.

    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)13:05 No.16837636
    >Reads through thread
    Oh boy, I wish I had awesome dreams like this.
    >Goes to sleep
    >Dreams about girlfriend getting cancer
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)13:10 No.16837691

    > Read dreams
    > Can't sleep till 4 am.
    >> Anonymous 11/04/11(Fri)13:51 No.16838007
    I only vaguely remember it, but here's mine:

    >Start off in some unimportant room, all I know is that The Doctor is now dead-dead, and I'm obviously sad over this.
    >I see the Tardis sitting in a corner... and it starts to light up. Somehow I know this means that The Doctor is actually alive, somewhere.
    >I throw open the doors, run to the console and scream, "TAKE ME TO THE DOCTORRRR!"
    >Tardis warps me to some massive cathedral-type room with a Norse ship in the middle.
    >Amy, Rory, and the Doctor are all there... only it's the Tennant-Doctor.
    >With a whispy beard.
    >Everything after that is a blur, all I remember is us having to throw open these massive curtains to let in enough light to defeat some sorta invisible monster.

    Weird, but cool.
    >> Painful Elegy 11/04/11(Fri)14:03 No.16838104
    >Find self in room, hiding under table, enemies in the other room.
    >little sister starts walking around, gets us noticed.
    >Random smart looking character warns me about something.
    >Suddenly in my house, darkness completely around.
    >talking to person, tells me to close all the doors and don't go outside.
    >sister is opening the doors
    >run to doors and close them, see this little ghost puppet doll thing with a scythe swing in fast.
    >get to front door close it to ajar, then doll gets close and does something.
    >It looks at me and I sign something along the lines of "you, kill me, alright?"
    >Gets close and marks my arm 5 times
    >swings scythe, everything goes black
    >wake up

    It was a weird fucking dream.

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