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Well, we may as well have some where to post when we have a dream that makes us flabbergasted.

In my dream, I was sitting with my cat, and i had a bottle of easy squeeze ketchup. I thought that maybe my cat would like to go in the easy squeeze, but she didna fit, so i took off her head, and put it in the bottle. Later in that dream, my dad was going to use the ketchup, remembering my cats head was in there, I realized that cats can't breath when burried in ketchup, so i grabbed the bottle and ran to the downstairs bathroom sink, reaching in and taking out my cats head i washed it off. Then i decided, maybe my hedgehog (Who has passed away :{ ) would like a bath, so i pt his nose under the tap, and all his skin pealed off, along with his spikes. That freaked me out, but then i realised, that he was just shedding his skin, and only the top layer of the spikes peeled off.

Lets hear some more dreams :}

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Thats... distrubing.... :nervous:

Haha!

Alright, this one is slightly more recent, however they are both fairly recent.

I was... hmmm, now that i think of it, i don't remember where i was, but i think I was sitting on a couch err something, anyways, the supplies to make a werewolf where right in front of me and it was a full moon, so my dream was just me deciding weather or not to make a werewolf. My basic thoughts where that it'd be pretty neat, but then my rebuttal was, what if he decided to eat me, or turn me into a werewolf. In the end I decided I was to lazy, so i did not make one.

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I dreamed I was a cat, and my cat was a human.  I wanted to go out, but couldn't open the sliding door (too heavy) so I asked my cat (a human in my dream) to open the door for me so I could go out.  He told me it was too late in the day to go out (we have predators in my neighborhood, coyotes, cougars, bobcats, bears, etc.) and I asked him again to "let me go play outside", and he said "No, you can't go out" and mimicked my meows, which was pissing me off.

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Dreams are one of the single most boring things to talk about. Even so, I know how to remember them and, as a result, I write down the vaugly interesting ones. My most recent entry.

December 29

I had a dream of an arena deathmatch game with a green sewer level that apears to be inside of a tall building with windows. You play as werewolves and can go mental with your claws like brick from Borderlands

I do have more, but they are either horrible boring, horrible violent or rely on specific knowlage.

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Hwhat? You find dreams boring?

They are so great! However i do not regularily remember them...

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That doesn't mean what I think it does, does it? O_o

^This.

Anyway. I love Dreams. That's why I was a Psyche Minor before I switched schools. We spent an entire semester on.....shit who did the dream analysis....Freud?

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^This.

Anyway. I love Dreams. That's why I was a Psyche Minor before I switched schools. We spent an entire semester on.....shit who did the dream analysis....Freud?

I believe it was Franz Kafka...

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I don't know what to share. I have the most boring dreams on Earth, but I've had bizzarre nightmares from when I was little that I still remember fresh in my head 12-14 years later.

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Mine was a little...  Sensitive to me...

I dreamt I was walking around in this volcano style dungeon but with people falling and screaming, but flames were below in the pits below me, also with weird crwatures with human-like facial features, but screeching like wild bats.

Then it flashed and I was standing in a field with with shin-high grass, wind blowing, and sun shining.  In front of me stood my grandfather that passed away last March (5 days after my birthday...) and he turned to me.  He nodded towards my right shoulder and said, "Go back.  You aren't ready to be here yet."  Then, I'm waking up gripping both of my pillows so hard that my fingers were strained out.

...Thats basically it...

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in 2008, I had a dream that the girl I dated in '07 (Belinda) visited me as I was in a hotel suite, getting dressed for....my wedding...I was marrying a woman whom I had never met, let alone seen in my entire life....

I knew nothing of this woman, not even her name, but all I knew was I had to marry her, 'cause she came from some serious money, and I and my family were destitute, and that without my marriage to her we would be forced penniless into the street...but I also heard my bride was not a very nice person, she was attractive, but VERY unpleasant, as was her whole family, who hated me, and disapproved of this marriage, but had to go along with it...I don't know why, but they needed me to marry this girl as urgently as I needed to marry her, but for different reasons, I dunno why she needed to marry me...

Belinda visited me in my hotel suite as I was getting ready, and she told me not to marry this girl, she was trying to convince me not to go through with this, asking me why I thought I should be doing this.

I was hasty, not really "rude", or at least not meaning to be, but I told her "I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this, I have no choice either, I'm doing what needs to be done..." and I finished getting dressed.

At the wedding, all the people looked the same, it was weird.  I saw no one from my family, and I recognized no one, not even the groomsmen, or the best man...we were in a "Crystal Cathedral" style church, and there was this old minister there...

The bride herself, she wore a thick veil, I couldn't see her face at all..I could see reddish-brown short collar length hair poking out from the sides of the veil, and she was Caucasian, with tanned skin, and taller than me...she was silent the whole time...

As the minister spoke, he said to me "Do you take this woman...?" (no name) and she said to my bride "Do you take this man...?" (he did not address the bride by her name) and she simply nodded in response...

as this was going on, a strange white light slowly began to fill the church, the whole room...

When the minister said "If anyone has any objections to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace..." Belinda pushed open the doors to the church and shouted "I object!", getting everyone's attention.  Belinda walked up to me, the minister, and the bride, pointed to the bride as she (Belinda) spoke to me, and said "...you cannot marry this girl because..."

...and then I woke up!

weird, huh?

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Alright, Kursed reminded me of another dream I had quite a while ago.

In my dream, I could fly, but I'd have to get a running start, and go down and up, like in super Mario 64, I then walked inside, and my sister and one of our friends where eating donuts on the stairs, then she gave me a doughnut, and i put it in the fridge for later. It went on, I flew around, but when i woke up, I still thought it was real for a while. Laying in bed I was thinking, oh yeah I can fly, imma go out and do that, first I'll eat that doughnut my sister gave me. That's when it hit me, she gave me the doughnut in the dream. Then it double hit me, because i just realized i could no longer fly :{

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in 2008, I had a dream that the girl I dated in '07 (Belinda) visited me as I was in a hotel suite, getting dressed for....my wedding...I was marrying a woman whom I had never met, let alone seen in my entire life....

I knew nothing of this woman, not even her name, but all I knew was I had to marry her, 'cause she came from some serious money, and I and my family were destitute, and that without my marriage to her we would be forced penniless into the street...but I also heard my bride was not a very nice person, she was attractive, but VERY unpleasant, as was her whole family, who hated me, and disapproved of this marriage, but had to go along with it...I don't know why, but they needed me to marry this girl as urgently as I needed to marry her, but for different reasons, I dunno why she needed to marry me...

Belinda visited me in my hotel suite as I was getting ready, and she told me not to marry this girl, she was trying to convince me not to go through with this, asking me why I thought I should be doing this.

I was hasty, not really "rude", or at least not meaning to be, but I told her "I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this, I have no choice either, I'm doing what needs to be done..." and I finished getting dressed.

At the wedding, all the people looked the same, it was weird.  I saw no one from my family, and I recognized no one, not even the groomsmen, or the best man...we were in a "Crystal Cathedral" style church, and there was this old minister there...

The bride herself, she wore a thick veil, I couldn't see her face at all..I could see reddish-brown short collar length hair poking out from the sides of the veil, and she was Caucasian, with tanned skin, and taller than me...she was silent the whole time...

As the minister spoke, he said to me "Do you take this woman...?" (no name) and she said to my bride "Do you take this man...?" (he did not address the bride by her name) and she simply nodded in response...

as this was going on, a strange white light slowly began to fill the church, the whole room...

When the minister said "If anyone has any objections to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace..." Belinda pushed open the doors to the church and shouted "I object!", getting everyone's attention.  Belinda walked up to me, the minister, and the bride, pointed to the bride as she (Belinda) spoke to me, and said "...you cannot marry this girl because..."

...and then I woke up!

weird, huh?

All dreams have meanings behind them, I just don't know how to analyze that :s

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Last night, I had a dream that I had gotten a ps3. However, ONLY a ps3, no games; I then sold my 360 to buy modern warfare 2 and demon's souls for it.

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I rarely remember my dreams, if i have anyone at all.

I think the latest had something to do about street racing in my Corvette, like the stuff one can see in those rubbish Fast&Furious movies. Took on all contenders without problem, one by one. Untill the last one, which was quite evenly matched with me. I got waked up by my alarm clock before that race was finished tough.

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in 2008, I had a dream that the girl I dated in '07 (Belinda) visited me as I was in a hotel suite, getting dressed for....my wedding...I was marrying a woman whom I had never met, let alone seen in my entire life....

I knew nothing of this woman, not even her name, but all I knew was I had to marry her, 'cause she came from some serious money, and I and my family were destitute, and that without my marriage to her we would be forced penniless into the street...but I also heard my bride was not a very nice person, she was attractive, but VERY unpleasant, as was her whole family, who hated me, and disapproved of this marriage, but had to go along with it...I don't know why, but they needed me to marry this girl as urgently as I needed to marry her, but for different reasons, I dunno why she needed to marry me...

Belinda visited me in my hotel suite as I was getting ready, and she told me not to marry this girl, she was trying to convince me not to go through with this, asking me why I thought I should be doing this.

I was hasty, not really "rude", or at least not meaning to be, but I told her "I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this, I have no choice either, I'm doing what needs to be done..." and I finished getting dressed.

At the wedding, all the people looked the same, it was weird.  I saw no one from my family, and I recognized no one, not even the groomsmen, or the best man...we were in a "Crystal Cathedral" style church, and there was this old minister there...

The bride herself, she wore a thick veil, I couldn't see her face at all..I could see reddish-brown short collar length hair poking out from the sides of the veil, and she was Caucasian, with tanned skin, and taller than me...she was silent the whole time...

As the minister spoke, he said to me "Do you take this woman...?" (no name) and she said to my bride "Do you take this man...?" (he did not address the bride by her name) and she simply nodded in response...

as this was going on, a strange white light slowly began to fill the church, the whole room...

When the minister said "If anyone has any objections to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace..." Belinda pushed open the doors to the church and shouted "I object!", getting everyone's attention.  Belinda walked up to me, the minister, and the bride, pointed to the bride as she (Belinda) spoke to me, and said "...you cannot marry this girl because..."

...and then I woke up!

weird, huh?

At the time, you were probably conflicted between choosing love or money. From the posts you've made in the past, I can judge that you've been impoverished both ways back then and the dream you have may have came from your own yearning for both things. Was the girl you dated still alive when you had this dream, Julius?

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All dreams have meanings behind them, I just don't know how to analyze that :s

s'okay...

At the time, you were probably conflicted between choosing love or money. From the posts you've made in the past, I can judge that you've been impoverished both ways back then and the dream you have may have came from your own yearning for both things. Was the girl you dated still alive when you had this dream, Julius?

hmm...very good, that might be a way of interpreting it...my dad, for a while, tried to pressure me into marrying a rich girl, telling me I'm to stupid to survive on my own...and I think Belinda was alive in the dream, she appeared to be alive...

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Oh thats right. Kafka did do the dream analysis. Thanks Julius. Freud did the Psychosexual analytics.

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Heh, I only dream about airplanes and motorcycles. No need to call on Kafka for that.  :wink:

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