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Post by Psibat on Mar 14, 2010 9:16:53 GMT -5
Post any weird ass dreams you've had, or dreams you've enjoyed.
Last night I had a dream that cola was banned in my country for a while because they ran out of a substance that holds up the forth rail bridge, but cola could be used in it's place. The whole bridge turned black and stuff.
Funny thing is when my dad asked what I was gonna have to drink with lunch I said "Cola... Wait I can't have that." then I remembered it was only a dream and said "Wait nevermind, yeah cola."
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Post by llllllllllll on Mar 14, 2010 10:42:39 GMT -5
My dreams sometimes become a mixture of repeats but with new subchapters from the original plot of it being random in a sense that the brain couldn't understand while functioning normally on an rational level that allows the human mind to comprehend the utter randomness that delves you deeper and deeper into a alternate world where scenic views and surroundings function at an all time normal then gets rerouted to some twisted viewpoint from a different yet same story path but of a different branch. Like a tree, they start from the trunk but sometimes they branch off into other parts and the leaves represent the dreams. A leaf that mirrors its brother has the same color, and texture but the only difference is that the veins of the leaf are nearly arranged the same way as its brother leaf but a few twist and turn in alternate directions.
In other words: it makes sense, you just can't understand it. Trying to understand some of the dreams I have would give you a headache, make your eyes hurt, and give you arthritis.
I can't remember all of the dreams I have but I do clearly remember one of me waking myself up by yelling at my pillow. Recalling that sets me back to where I was a Dragon/human hybrid about to fight my niece. Recalling that takes me to where I had walked out of my Apartment from the inside where it was a dungeon of hot coals and cages where one of my friends was imprisoned and couldn't touch the bars otherise his hand would melt off. Thats all I remember.
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Post by Norville "Bourbon" Rogers on Mar 14, 2010 12:31:37 GMT -5
Let me dig deep into my brain and pluck out a good one. Get this, I was at this giant Shopping centre with my school ( I think). I got lost and ended up loosing everyone. I was looking around the whole place, looking for them. I found Mr. Warner (My I.T tutor), he was pointing at this door underneath the stairs to the cinema. I walked through the door and found myself upside down in a dark room being pummelled by bags. I heard someone shout "Hey, leave 'em alone!". I dug my way out of the bags, when i got my head free, I saw that I was on top of a giant pyramid with the sides of it covered in people sitting on there backs looking at the ceiling. I woke up after that.
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Post by Hat Salesman on Mar 14, 2010 12:45:28 GMT -5
My dreams involve zombies, sex, witty banter, and third-person views.
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Post by charlie on Mar 14, 2010 13:04:04 GMT -5
i keep my dreams in a text document, far too embarrassing to show though.
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Post by rabiesisme on Mar 14, 2010 13:09:29 GMT -5
I'm always being endlessly pursued by random shit in my dreams, like nazis, aliens or a T-rex and once I had Foam Pit Team Deathmatch in P.E. My classmates tried to kill me with spiked, iron dildos every week and I swung from ropes killing them with an axe. The second time we had to play it, everyone claimed they were all traumatized from it but the teacher didn't give a fuck and we played it anyways.
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Post by SwordKill on Mar 14, 2010 14:02:14 GMT -5
My dreams involve zombies, sex, witty banter, and third-person views. Exactly this.
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Post by Candy Biu on Mar 14, 2010 22:30:45 GMT -5
I've got dreams that can probably throw all of yours out of the water. I've had so many that are all so long and detailed, though, it would be hard to type them up.
@playa: Ever had a dream with zombies and sex in the same dream? Or zombie sex?
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Post by ghost on Mar 14, 2010 23:24:20 GMT -5
This is long, and ironic, because this is actually a semi-ANALYSIS of a dream I had one morning, and because it was so strange and action-packed unlike most of my dreams, I typed it on Word the very morning I woke up from it. From the deepest pits of my subconscious, some very strange emotions and characters from my life have gone into this dream - so this post technically isn't organized logically, because when I typed it I was in such a rush to write it all down before I forgot even the slightest part. And also, I was writing it in REFERENCE to my own life from my own perspective - I don't bother explaining certain people and places so that when I look at the analysis I made I don't stop and wonder "who was that, why did I bother writing that, and I already know that". I apologize for that, but for the most part besides personal things I felt absolutely needed to be cut out, this was largely copied and pasted. Now without further do..."My Awesome Action-Packed Dream I Had On Feb. 21st 2010" Okay, so the dream starts with me in our school. I found a room that has a “time portal” inside of it, it led into a large hallway/passage that formed into a library. The portal left to what had to have been a 1950’s world in Technicolor or non-technicolor because everything was in black and white. I may have derived this because most 1950s and pre-50s anything I see is in black and white, thus making it seem as if reality in 1950s actually WAS in black and white. (Later in the dream, when I saw something in the modern world in color, the 1950s World went out of flux and started becoming multi-colored off and on. Having played Bioshock 2 recently ,the school looked very similar to the maps of Bioshock Online, very disrupted and disarranged, like it shouldn’t have been a school and yet students flocked through the hallways regardless, it was a very messy school in black and white) I walked through some kind of black and white 1950s version of Highpoint where I looked at all of my friends and people I remembered from my daily life. I don’t think I could have heard anything from the black and white atmosphere as it was a “quiet-silent B&W” setting. I could hear people close to me, friends, crushes, teachers, parents, anyone strong in memory I suppose. I could see their faces, but I couldn't hear anyone else. I ended up heading outside to this narrow suspension bridge that was also in black and white. I went across the bride twice, gauging my luck. Here’s where it got interesting – I entered this monastery-like subschool where children were learning. KAYLA from my Creativing Writing Class was there, teaching. I saw her reading a desk and I leaned over and whispered “went back in time too, huh?” She nodded and whispered back to me, “Yeah. I came through the door on the left of the library.” Or something like that, it was a different spot then where I had come back in time from. She warned me then “And…I don’t think we’re supposd to be having this conversation right now” before pointing at the clock which looked really messed up – black outlines had formed around where the hands moved, getting thicker and thicker the closer Kayla and I were and the more and more we talked. She warned me that one of us should probably go back to prevent “time from getting messed up”, but I was too freaked to do anything so she volunteered to head back first. I panicked here because, knowing my luck, Kayla would be able to go back and probably go home, but I would be stuck in the 1950s-world until she came back with help on the time incongruence issue. However, when I started to leave the room, the clock fixed itself and Kayla went back to reading. I walked back to my portal intending to escape the B&W world before anything bad COULD happen. On the way, I walked up these stairs and saw Allie Grinkovich and Shannon Churchman talking to themselves. Out of everyone I COULDN’T hear other than Kayla, I could hear them. I walked up to Alie and said the stupidest thing ever… I had this conversation with this girl I knew named Allie and her friend Shannon - this part is just too personal to divulge fully, but it made me do the most thinking. This was the most depressing point of the dream. With Allie gone, I left through the time portal again. But I did not leave the room. I looked at some things that were in color and went back through the portal a couple of times, noticing how the black and white world was becoming multicolored off and on in certain areas. Realizing something was wrong in the Monastery area, I traveled BACK through the school and to the suspension bridge, which I realized was PROBABLY going to break at this worst moment. I gaited across the bridge awkwardly and made my way to the monastery-like spot, where I saw that a HORDE of SNAKES was crawling through the cracks in the walls. I ran inside and saw only children inside, running as a GIANT SNAKE’s HEAD popped out from the back of the room and the room filled with snakes. Hurrying the small children outside, I slammed the door and ran away. Outside, Kayla reappeared with her car, the monastery was on a cliff making it much more difficult to drive, ushering us all to get into the car. The Snake BUSTED out of the wall and began attacking, but I told the panicking kids to get into Kayla’s car while I fended off the Snake. I became an action hero here, I called the Snake “fish face” and began goading him away from Kayla’s car. I think this part was based off of “escort missions” in video games I’ve played, the only reason Kayla wasn’t driving very fast was because it resembled those slow-moving escorts and she had to let the children get inside. I managed to ward off the Snake and, because I was such a cool action hero, JUMPED onto the front of Kayla’s car and stood atop it while the Snake did one of those creepy Snake slithers where it weaved left and right while FLAT on the ground. We made it to the bridge and I hopped off, telling Kayla to “Go! Go on, get out of here!” while I fought off the Snake. (Now I specifically remember Nero, the hero of Devil May Cry 4, saying this exact same line to kYRIE. I said it in his exact voice, I must have been emulating that line just because it sounded cool to me when/the way he said it then). Because this was a dream, her car SPED across the bridge miraculously without breaking it. The Snake stared right at me as I DASHED at breakneck speed over the bridge, sure that when the Snake crossed its weight would cause it to collapse. However, this GIANT SNAKE slithered across the bridge in little more than TWO seconds thanks its length, and I guess I must have gained super powers here because my arms became RAZOR SHARP (or perhaps my assumption was RIGHT and the bridge’s ropes had weakened from me, Kayla’s car, and the Snake all going over it at once, because I CHOPPED the last section of rope right as the Snake’s head got across. I must have cut the Snake too, because its ENTIRE decapitated body plummeted into the cliff with the bridge as it fell, and the severed head ended up on our side. Kayla got out of her car and stood next to me while I mocked the Snake, “Ha ha! Yes! Yeees! AWESOME! OWNED! OWNED! YOU GOT OWNED BITCH! PERFECT TIMING!” impressed with how I managed to cut it so quickly and its head slid to the end before the rest of its body was cut off. Kayla just said “Wow” and poked the dead Giant Snake while I pointed and laughed at it, standing triumphantly over my newest victory. I surmise that we were going to run into ANOTHER problem when trying to exit the time portal, however, the dream cut off there and I woke up to intensive soreness from having slept in a foul position with my back lurched over the worst pillow in my collection. I wished that dream was real, right before I went to go and talk to my cat about it, just to get the events of the dream out to someone other than myself. Then I told my dad. Now I've typed it out.
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Post by drychris1337 on Mar 14, 2010 23:55:41 GMT -5
I had a dream recently. It was a dogdeball deathmatch in the gym. Everyone had a special throw, like one would cut someone in half, another would freeze somebody else and the like. The rules were explained and then the whistle blew. So we all were fighting for our lives until 10 survived. Then the gym spilt in half and started distorting the place. It was like I was in the art piece that had the melting clocks in it. So the fight continued and everyone was launching their attacks.
As that went on, lava started raining around the place. I hid under a bent girder, but knew that I didn't have enough time. I threw my dodgeball to the ground making it break down to an endless pit. The rain still fell and it was just me and 5 other people. I then threw the dodgeball to one of the others' face and the ball exploded. He was out and then eletricity was around the pit. The pit slowly peeled of to reveal demonic creatures.
Everyone kept fighting and the rain fell harder. Then the rain stopped and objects fell down. Pianos, crossbows, flintlocks, safes, giant dice, stopwatches and much more. The fight continued and I had thrown a dodgeball into the person's gut. Someone else got decapitated by another person and someone got killed by a tuba case falling down upon them. It was then just me and this other person. The place then froze as a cataclysm soared through our heads, Lightining struck everywhere and there was a huge downpour of rain. We looked each other in rage, we picked up extra weapons that had fallen down upon us and just when we were about to duke it out, the dream ended.
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Post by llllllllllll on Mar 15, 2010 1:54:59 GMT -5
Heres a few more that I can recall or mostly recall. - Waking up and going to do my daily routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face but the bathroom was different. I then woke up and it was still night but it was morning in my dream. - Having a unreal emotion inside of my core that is unexplainable. - Wet dream - Semi-wet dream - Making a list and checking it thrice. - A colorful fantasy like dream with a wide Array of colors and shiny stuff. I just finished this picture. Yes I am aware that the Nitro part isn't colored in. I don't feel like it OHHH SHOCKER. - Some weird box/rectangle like thing. I drew a picture of it. Look kinda something like this. - Went in front of a crowd in my boxers. Think to the Steve Irwin memorial. Yes, THAT crowd. Tears sobbing boohoo the whole nine yards. - School was very bendy. Handy lockers could stretch. - Free falling forever. - Got stuck in space no space suit choked and woke up. - Hot girl was hitting on me. - I was in an alternate universe where the letters "A", "E", "I", "O", and "U" didn't exist. -Had a dream of me having a dream of me waking up. -my mom lived in a different place with jewelry boxes laying on a counter with money in them that I needed but didn't take. - Had the SAME dream but my cousin was with my sister and they were selling stuff. I wanted a bag of Dough nuts that cost 60 cents so I went upstairs and found change EVERYWHERE. But it was all bus fair so I couldn't have. - Fell off the bed and ACTUALLY fell off my bed when it was taller. - Alternate dimensions. Video games included. - This was when I was little. I think the boogie man came into my moms room while I was sleeping next to her and he picked me up yelling and screaming and he was shaking me up and down and I was wailing and sobbing and trying to reach for the light then he threw me onto my mother and left out. I think he was a green spinach monster man with cans hanging off of him. Well thats all the dreams I can remember. If I have one tonight, you already know where it will be posted.
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Post by Psibat on Mar 15, 2010 11:05:31 GMT -5
I had another weird one. This time if I smoked weetabix I'd get super powers for a while, but you don't really smoke it you just touch it against your face, also you'd get really dizzy and everything would be wobbly. Then later on I had to go to mcdonalds because I needed weetabix (wtf?) and then somehow I owed someone money, so I flew away.
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Post by rabiesisme on Mar 15, 2010 20:38:05 GMT -5
I've got dreams that can probably throw all of yours out of the water. I've had so many that are all so long and detailed, though, it would be hard to type them up. I hate it when people do this. "I *point of the thread* better than you guys! In fact, I'm not even going to bother because I'M TOO FUCKING AWESOME."
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Post by Balto-Boy on Mar 15, 2010 20:54:45 GMT -5
So I had a dream I can't exactly recall at the moment... Then I woke up from my normal bed. Reached over and turned off my alarm clock (as is custom). Got up in my incredibly messy bed (much like daily ritual). I got in my car and went to school (as in most days). And I remembered that I had a deadline for a penciled portrait for a kid at school (who I haven't really talked to since my bro was friends with him at about age 8). I remember drawing the kid and shading and everything. Then I actually woke up and was all "Whuuuuuuuut?!?"
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Post by Candy Biu on Mar 15, 2010 21:59:55 GMT -5
@rabies: I never said I wasn't bothering because I'm awesome, I said I'm not bothering /this instant/ because of how long, convoluted, and detailed each dream is. Each one could easy be a flash fiction, and I have one, maybe two typed up, and they're on my laptop, which is non-functional.
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Post by rabiesisme on Mar 16, 2010 13:29:01 GMT -5
@rabies: I never said I wasn't bothering because I'm awesome, I said I'm not bothering /this instant/ because of how long, convoluted, and detailed each dream is. Each one could easy be a flash fiction, and I have one, maybe two typed up, and they're on my laptop, which is non-functional. I'm paraphrasing.
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Post by Gront on Mar 23, 2010 2:37:24 GMT -5
So I had a dream last night that was fairly interesting. Somehow, my high school was able to open a portal to hell for a short time and led some of the seniors on, quite literally, a field trip to hell. Somehow I didn't think it was odd that time had spontaneously reversed 2 years to put me back in high school, but I think that may have been due in part because this week was spring break and I've been hanging out with my high school friends nearly the whole time. Regardless, we begin to explore hell with the understanding that we will be unable to get out after a certain time.
Hell is a bit of a strange place. The upper levels seemed to be a series of extremely long hallways painted a dull orange color. There were nonthreatening doors on both sides at regular intervals, and I have a faint recollection that they were numbered. I never looked behind any of those doors, but I got the impression that, in spite of their dull, almost inviting appearance, only the most sinister of happenings ocurred behind those doors. My best guess is that these upper levels were something akin to a hotel for the damned, and that each room was a torture chamber.
Descending lower into hell, the inviting hotel-like decor is replaced with what looks like the interior of a volcano, the charred volcanic rock dimly lit by glowing pools of magma. There are no doors here, but there are rooms all the same. In one of these rooms I meet Satan himself (though in a somewhat comic instance of "dream logic," he refers to himself as Santa). After a short conversation, he turns back to a moderately sized pool of magma in front of him and waves his hand. The ash flies from the nearby walls and into the magma pool where it begins to assemble into what appears to be a skeleton. It doesn't stop there, though; immediately following the skeleton's completion, internal organs begin to appear, followed by muscles. At this point, the figure throws its arms in the air and begins to push air from its still incomplete lungs up through its still-forming throat an mouth, producing a moan no mortal man could create. As his body grew more complete, the figure (now clearly male) writhed and moaned more completely. By the time he was whole, his moan ha become a shriek of pain, and it all became clear. He was one of the damned, burned to ash repeatedly, then reconstituted simply for Satan's amusement. At this point, Satan turned on me, apparently attempting to secure me as his next victim. I ran. In seeking the exit, I discovered that, while I was the only one to see the devil himself, my experience was far from unique. My classmates joined me in running through the halls, chased by all kinds of demons. We reached our point of entry to find, to our dismay, the portal we had entered through had been prematurely sealed. Luckily for us, one of our classmates had passed another portal on his way back and, in an ultimate display of courage, had returned to us in order to share his findings that we too might be saved.
This classmate led us through a lavish dining hall where demons feasted on the flesh of those who were once human. We then passed through a ballroom where more demons danced on the backs of the souls of the damned. At the end of a long, elegant hallway, we could see the light coming from an exit portal. We could also hear someone counting down the seconds until the portal was sealed. Somewhere behind me, a demon pounced on one of my classmates. I ran harder, faster than I ever thought I could.
We barely made it through in time. We discovered that we had been saved by a secret organization headquartered in a city built above the ocean. This organization had technology far more advanced than the rest of the world, and it was the only thing that saved their city from the disaster that came about as the result of our school opening the portal. Apparently some demons were able to escape using the portal we had entered through and promptly began to wreak havoc in our world. Someone tried to close the portal, but it was too late. Demons had flooded in, and began to destroy everything. One of the last demons to enter our world had apparently had some sort of power over the elements, and spilled natural disasters all over the planet. Tsunamis rocked the shores, hurricanes, earthquakes and volcanoes ripped apart civilization as we know it. The only saving grace we had was that the portal was sealed, so no more demons could enter. However, it was only a matter of time before the demons discovered how to use our portal device, so the organization was working hard to find a way to stop them from literally unleashing hell on earth.
From counting our numbers, we also learned that, while most of us had escaped, thirteen had been unable to make it to the new portal and to freedom, one of which was a friend of mine (we had started with 54). Those of us who had made it out began to live in this organization's city. Apparently, their society had progressed to the point where all bathrooms were unisex, which led to an awkward situation between myself and (female) best friend, but I wasn't able to see how it turned out because I woke up.
Kind of a sudden ending, I know, but if I know my movie clichès, my best friend and I hooked up, teamed up with a handful of our other classmates, and went into hell, guns blazing, to reclaim our lost friends and put a stop to demonic oppression on earth. Happy end.
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Post by ghost on Mar 23, 2010 6:31:13 GMT -5
Grent, that line about Satan calling himself Santa really sold that dream for me, somehow, I'm going to use that in a story or a future monologue. That's a brilliant line, I'm just not sure how yet, but something about it rings real' nice.
I hereby claim ownership of all concepts and ideas witnessed in Grent's dreams and nightmares.
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Post by rabiesisme on Mar 23, 2010 10:13:59 GMT -5
Santa is actually what Satan calls himself when he wants to fool us. Trick or treat indeed!
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Post by Ele Mantel on Mar 23, 2010 21:09:31 GMT -5
One day I want to be an astronaut!
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Post by Grimscott on Mar 23, 2010 22:24:34 GMT -5
Ahhhh, I should make a dream journal. Zombies seem to come up a lot. Grent, that line about Satan calling himself Santa really sold that dream for me, somehow, I'm going to use that in a story or a future monologue. That's a brilliant line, I'm just not sure how yet, but something about it rings real' nice. Hey. DK becomes XTREME SANTA CLAUS every Christmas Eve. Just saying. *nudge nudge wink wink obnoxious eyebrow wiggling*
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Post by Gront on Mar 24, 2010 2:04:38 GMT -5
So anyone else had a lucid dream? For those of you who don't know, lucid dreaming is where you're aware of the fact that you're dreaming, and can effectively bend dream reality to your will as a result. I typically get around one lucid dream every year or two, so I make it a point to have fun with them. Last time I used it to turn off gravity, make out with a really hot teacher I had, and give myself super powers.
I hear there are ways to bring yourself more easily into a state of lucid dreaming. One in particular that I heard was to ask yourself I'd you're dreaming if something odd happens. Don't just say "well of course not" either; actually prove to yourself you're not dreaming. If you can't, try shooting lightning from your palms.
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Post by rabiesisme on Mar 24, 2010 10:53:59 GMT -5
You can increase the chance of lucid dreaming by making a dream journal (to help remember everything, because you dream every night, you just don't remember most of them) and asking yourself if you're dreaming throughout the day for no reason (to get in the habit). If you pinch yourself and you can actually pull the skin back really far like rubber, congratulations; you're fat as fuck. Or you might just be in a dream.
I've never actually put effort into this because I'm a lazy prick but it supposedly works.
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Post by Zarth on Mar 24, 2010 12:20:11 GMT -5
I had a dream that I was being eaten by a toilet that sounded like an old hag.
the dreams that I can remember are always short and very weird. Sometimes when I have enough time too, I become aware that I'm dreaming and take control of the whole situation.
in another dream, i was making my self a snack, and for some reason two small kids were being chased by this guy with a huge ass afro holding a knife. So I just finished my snack and woke up.
I get a lucid dream almost every week. (on the weekends, mostly because I'm not interrupted by my alarm clock.
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Post by Psibat on Mar 24, 2010 12:25:11 GMT -5
So anyone else had a lucid dream? For those of you who don't know, lucid dreaming is where you're aware of the fact that you're dreaming, and can effectively bend dream reality to your will as a result. I typically get around one lucid dream every year or two, so I make it a point to have fun with them. Last time I used it to turn off gravity, make out with a really hot teacher I had, and give myself super powers. I hear there are ways to bring yourself more easily into a state of lucid dreaming. One in particular that I heard was to ask yourself I'd you're dreaming if something odd happens. Don't just say "well of course not" either; actually prove to yourself you're not dreaming. If you can't, try shooting lightning from your palms. There is like no way I could have a lucid dream. My dreams aren't realistic enough. It's more like I don't even have a body I'm just there. Like 3rd person almost
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Post by Zarth on Mar 24, 2010 12:32:01 GMT -5
A loooong time ago, back in 3rd grade. i had this dream where i was trying to stop this mummy from getting to a gas station for some reason, And the only way i was able to stop it was by firing green energy beams at it. that one dream was the very thing that started the whole concept of zarth and his Empire. It just grew from green energy beams, to a full on fucking story.
I never did stop that mummy. :c
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Post by Hat Salesman on Mar 24, 2010 14:10:04 GMT -5
Every dream I have now involves zombies. Sometimes, they're not even classic zombies; they think, talk, and do everything we can, but with an evil motive.
I have had my face eaten several times.
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Post by Grimscott on Mar 24, 2010 16:38:02 GMT -5
Oh, I just remembered a dream where hippos were spontaneously appearing through my house, trying to eat me. Their heads popped up through the floor as if it was water, even if I wasn't sinking through it. I did lots of running and leaping there. It was like if Hungry Hungry Hippos was re-made into a survival horror game. "GIVE ME YOUR FACE" A loooong time ago, back in 3rd grade. i had this dream where i was trying to stop this mummy from getting to a gas station for some reason, And the only way i was able to stop it was by firing green energy beams at it. that one dream was the very thing that started the whole concept of zarth and his Empire. It just grew from green energy beams, to a full on fucking story. I never did stop that mummy. :cOhh, when I was like four I dreamed there was a mummy in my closet. That scared me a lot, even though I don't recall being particularly afraid of mummies. Every dream I have now involves zombies. Sometimes, they're not even classic zombies; they think, talk, and do everything we can, but with an evil motive. I have had my face eaten several times. One time I dreamed I was a spaceship pilot, with a snazzy suit and pistol and everything. You know, just going through space, being cool. Until a ROTTING GRAY HAND COMES OUT FROM BEHIND ME (it was a mostly dark spaceship) and drags me out of my seat, screaming. Then I woke up, not screaming. On another note: Are there any sci-fi zombie stories? I don't mean anything like Dead Space or System Shock either. (If those even count.) I remember another zombie dream that took place in a school, where this chick I didn't like had to help me kill zombies with basketballs to protect the other students. We just ran through the halls, headshotting them. I can't recall if their heads exploded or not. . . .
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Post by Gront on Mar 24, 2010 19:58:52 GMT -5
Holy crap, Grim. A hungry hungry hippos survival horror? You're a genius (if only subconsciously)!
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Post by rubyxoxo on Mar 26, 2010 18:46:04 GMT -5
A few nights ago I dreamt the whole city was burning- I live slightly out of the way of my actual hometown, kinda. Off an exit. It was like chaos, I could see the fire, and soldiers were moving in, and me being me using logic, decided to hide in my house alone (For some reason I had a comp in my room now, cool.) because everyone else was dead. I guess for some reason I knew that after I waited long enough, everything would be better and back to normal, everyone back to life? I dunno. As I closed the curtains of the office in my house, I looked out my huge window and saw about 5 of these soldiers, closing me in, slowly and cautiously. I tried closing the curtains as if it would keep them back, but the bullets flew too fast and I fell to the ground. I kept screaming in my head "WAKE UP, WAKE UP! IT'S JUST A DREAM, WAKE UP!" And I woke up in what was probably another random dream. I can't remember after that. The soldiers kinda looked like this, only wearing all black and their clothes didn't seem to be more padded than actual textiles or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.
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