<p>And yet another worthless High School Life thread...</p>
<p>Anyways :] My dream last night : I was in the computer lab and I was talking on Omegle with a curved keyboard and I kept on spelling things wrong. And the people sitting next to me were on Omegle too and I somehow miraculously recognized them as CC users. It was weird...I recognized Databox and phuloridian and a bunch more that I can't remember. haha</p>
<p>So. Feel free to share your bizarre dreams here :]</p>
<p>My apartment was flooded and a spider with an almond for a head started talking to me.</p>
<p>I had a babby last night. It was weird.</p>
<p>I very rarely remember my dreams. I’ll post one here if I remember it though.</p>
<p>I have dreams on a nightly basis. </p>
<p>(tl;dr, of course, and not very interesting, so I wouldn’t bother if I were you – I’m only typing this up because I like stretching my memory, and the rumor that supposedly if you keep a record of your dreams such as this you will be more likely to have them in the future)</p>
<p>Last night I had a dream where I was a James Bond-ian secret agent of sorts, and found myself in an enormous hotel-or-similar-building (big office building maybe). I forget the first 3/4ths of the dream, but from where I remember I was sitting in my hotel room when a group of 4 horribly inept counter agents bursts in, threatening to kill me and boasting of their invincibility, and then they all sit down on the couch with me for friendly conversation and tea. I soon dispatch all of them but one (for he was only a child of 8, no more) by bashing in the skulls of two of them upon the coffee table and strangulating the third. I then rush out of my room and up an enormous industrial size flight of stairs (passing a rather obese and likely more incompetent fifth assassin, coming down the stairs, whom I recognize – I kindly tell her not to bother, as I’ve killed her comrades already) and arrive on the roof top to the sight of some sort of expensive looking rave/party. There the arch villain (very Bond-ian also, and sharply dressed) announces his plans to kill everyone in the building, gets into an enormous armored car with his sub-villains and drives off (where I do not know, as we were at least 50 stories up). He then proceeds to activate explosives or something of the sort, because the building shakes and the electricity goes out (meaning the most effective means of escape – the elevators – no longer work!). Most people then uselessly go into shock, but an intrepid friend of mine and I instead start sprinting down the many flights of stairs (borrowed straight from Escher if a megacorporation hired him to create an evil looking hotel) to the entrance (the building, mind you, is crumbling beneath our feet – I had to search for flashlights on our descent at one point in order to continue, because we were then enveloped in darkness), though we soon find that the bottommost dozen or so flights of stairs are flooded (somehow – supposedly to impede our escape), but the water there operates by a toilet-like mechanism and I haphazardly loosen a few things beneath the surface or something and it all flows out. So we continue going down, and are soon joined by some other people I know, until we finally make it to the lobby-area, where my old junior high school’s librarians are keeping track of who managed to escape. They take down my name and direct me to sit on a bench (one of a series, like you find in an airport or open air metro), and I spot someone I know. It turns out this someone also escaped, and the dream begins to turn into a sex dream, for we start making out (very strangely – she’s a floriculture fetishist and incorporates these weird, flat, edible, circular flowers (if only I’d examined them closer! I love identifying such specific things in my dreams and seeing how closely they correspond with “reality”) into the session), but it doesn’t get very far because at that moment I wake up. The end.</p>
<p>I have a dream like this (though always quite different) every night. When I’m lucky they’re even rather lucid.</p>
<p>I had a really weird dream last night,</p>
<p>For some reason I went back to my old middle school and was visiting with everyone, even the people I still can’t stand, but it was the week of finals so I went back to my school and for some reason one of my teachers decided to celebrate the entire class would go for dinner together, but for some reason we all took horse and buggies.</p>
<p>No Moodrets, you don’t have long posts at all.</p>
<p>(tl;dr.)</p>
<p>I just dreamed that my high school classmates and I were on a little league baseball team playing against mentally-handicapped kids and that our coach beat us if we didn’t try our hardest. In our spare time, we trained pidgeons to be like people and gave them first and last names.</p>
<p>I dreamed that dinosaurs were waging war in caverns on another planet using hi-tech laser armaments.</p>
<p>I also once dreamed that I fell in love with a girl, and at the end of the dream, realizing that I was going to wake up, I hugged her goodbye. It was sad.</p>
<p>@Moodrets: That rumor is partially true. I don’t think that writing down your dreams will affect the number of dreams you will have, but rather, your ability to recall your dreams. </p>
<p>I just found this a few weeks ago on Yahoo News. [Lucid</a> dream - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia](<a href=“http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream]Lucid”>Lucid dream - Wikipedia)
haha. Isn’t it interesting? Apparently you can be conscious of the fact that you are dreaming, and then manipulate your dream however you want (fly, transform, create people to talk to…etc). I just bought Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming (a scientific explanation and a step-by-step how to manual) so I’ll see how that goes…</p>
<p>Lucid dreaming is fun. (Actions are inconsequential <em>wink</em>)</p>
<p>I’ve tried flying before, it’s not as much fun as it sounds. It feels like the world moves relative to you while you’re stationary. I did create a building though.</p>
<p>I remember trying to fly, but I couldn’t. I’m not too good at actually controlling my dreams.</p>
<p>OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.
that site moved me to tears last night. i went to sleep smiling; i woke up laughing because of the below. :]]</p>
<p>my dream: i decided to go to hopkins for a tour and met up with my ex who decided to drive me to dc and then we both just walked around talking about some presidential stuff.
^^the oddest thing ever because he isn’t even the slightest bit inclined toward college or any educational stuff, at all.</p>
<p>Huh, that’s odd – I have flying dreams regularly and they’re amazing. I feel so unburdened and free in them, like I can go anywhere. </p>
<p>And at most I have “partial omnipotence” in my most aware of dreams, though (granted, I’d have no clue how to assess that nonsensical quality of “complete omnipotence” were I to find myself in possession of it) I imagine that perfection would grow boring rather fast. Conflict makes things exciting.</p>
<p>edit: And hilsa, that totally wasn’t long.</p>
<p>I don’t have too many dreams, but I’ll share the scariest one I’ve ever had. </p>
<p>I was a spy working for the CIA on a counter terrorism mission in the middle east (which is odd, because I don’t know any middle eastern languages nor did I know them in my dream). As I was working, they were all talking in Arabic, which I did not understand so I had no idea what they were telling me or others to do. I was horrified that they would realize I had no idea what was going on. Then they figured it out somehow (this part I forget) that I was a spy, so they put me in something like a crate for a large dog. All the while they are shouting at me in Arabic (which I still do not know) and pointing AK-47’s at me. Then I was carried, in the crate, to a box car of a train, where I rode with several of these terrorist guards. At this point, I realized I had to take action. I jumped out of the crate and then out of the car as the terrorists were shooting at me. I then woke up. Presumably I died.</p>
<p>I wish I was able to lucid dream…I’ve been trying to, but not going so well. </p>
<p>Anyways, last night, my dream started off really normal, I was out practicing soccer with my soccer team, except I really sucked…and blah blah.</p>
<p>Then, my dream changed (I don’t remember how) but suddenly I was running around in the desert (a bit like the Sahara) with great sand dunes. The sky was black, except there were stars all clustered together. Then, I dunno how, I think I was removed, and just watching scenes unfold (in the same desert). It turned into some sort of fantasy genre sort of thing. There was this great battle, I was watching from above in this sort of jutting rock outcliff. Underneath in the desert there were the two sides fighting each other (they were dressed in red terracota and black stone armor, respectively). Both sides were decimated, and the bodies dissapeared into the sand. Then suddenly, this lady dressed in a maroon robe and turban was running across the sand, shouting “Choose me!”. I somehow knew that there was this sort of position in that kingdom, that was very magical and special, but only reserved for oldish ladies. There was an old lady at the far end of the desert who was dying, and she bestowed the position on the turban lady who-was-running. Naturally,the lady who-was-running was really pleased, and she shouted, “I’m only 46!”
Then, there were groups of people gathering in the sand. The lady started it, she opened her mouth wide, and there was this sort of huge rainbowish-colored funnel thing coming out that beamed into the sky. Then everybody was opening their mouths, and the rainbow cylinder colors were rising into the sky. I looked up, and it was a bit like the Northern lights, all the colors mingling and shooting together against the black sky. </p>
<p>Then I munched on some pretzels and a bit of cake, and woke up. </p>
<p>Weird, no?</p>
<p>So background: I had this really super evil first grade teacher who told me I was dumb and recommended I repeat the first grade.</p>
<p>and I dream that I was back in her first grade class last night with my sister (who is starting first grade) and she was saying mean things about me… and she had me in tears… and finally I stood up and I was like “That’s not fair.” And then I took my sister and stormed out.</p>
<p>Felt good.</p>
<p>Ahaha, chocobok, the ending of your dream reminded me of the opening to Katamari Damacy!</p>
<p>I’ve never heard of Katamari Damacy…</p>
<p>Haha, I like dreams like that though, they’re really interesting. Sometimes I gotta wonder how my brain comes up with things like that. I liked the ending part, it was so pretty.</p>
<p>I wasn’t doing anything in my dream, just observing. </p>
<p>Salem, the cat from Sabrina the teenage witch, was in the X-Men school and turned into a witch that killed everyone. After killing everyone, he turned into a man in a tacky suit and when around to space stations killing people. Every time he blew up a space station, obituaries of people that dies would pop up on a HUD (which made me annoyed even though I was dreaming). After blowing up five space stations, Salem was called by someone and he then went to another space stations so he could blow it up</p>