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Daydreams [26 Oct 2007|05:42pm]

[ mood | thoughtful ]

Hello, I'm new here. I'm a chronic daydreamer and I like to share them with people who also dream a lot. Maybe someone has something to say about them. Sometimes they drive me crazy because I can't explain them properly.

I don't know about anyone else but I have little say in what I dream about, sleeping or awake. Once my mind starts I don't steer it at all, that way I get to see the best and worst of myself. I hardly ever daydream about sex or violence or things in this reality at all. I think far too much of creatures and music. My lack of artistic abilities inhibits any other way for me to show it, all I have is my writing and even that can get hard to follow. It's all I really like doing but it's stagnant. It never has a start or finish, and a very short middle at best.

The daydream tired to keep going but every time I got to the end of the sky I was not happy with where it led. I got tired of imagining endings I didn't much like and left it alone.
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again, i know that i am posting a lot, but i have to. [24 Oct 2007|03:32pm]

[ mood | tired ]

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and in case anyone is interested in imterpratation of dreams as i am, have a look-see here:

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[x-posted to [Bad username: blumuun"]

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So... many... dreams... [06 Feb 2006|11:36am]

Have you ever dreamt a lot about one person? Like, uh, six or seven dreams in a row? Four of which in one night? I've remembered why I used to say dreams are the bane of my existence. They remind me of all the important things I've been trying to repress so hard.

The first dream was spent trying to impress her family with my new laptop. "Check out this hilarious video I found on the internet." They gathered around me as I showed them, but a horrible pop-up appeared involving fisting and Lisa Simpson. I'm pretty sure I know what this dream means.

The next dream I can recall involves us fleeing the authorities together. In the dream it's hard to tell what's going on, but we both leave this one building at different times. She gets lost in the woods and I'm trying to track her down, all the while evading our pursuers. I eventually catch up with her and we get disguises. I can't remember any more.

The next dream is lost to time, but I can remember she was in it because I woke up, disoriented and expecting to see her. She woke me up in every dream... that's not something that happens often to me.

The next dream was short, but I remember it vividly. It was one of those dreams that was in the twilight of sleep, I guess. I was mingling reality and fantasy dangerously. I was sleeping on her couch (as I was in real life that night) and she came to me, lowering herself to kiss me. I awoke just before her lips met mine.

I don't remember the other dreams too well. I remember that she was in them, though. The past three nights my dreams are filled with her. The only ones I can remember have her in them. Sometimes she's the only thing I remember about the dreams.

I hate these dreams because I realized I'm nothing more than a friend, but that's what she needs. So I try to bury my feelings and just be a friend and my fucking dreams haunt me and remind me of what I want. I'm trying to be a good guy, but my dreams keep reminding me that I'm selfish and that I want more. I fucking hate this, but venting is good.
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i hate dreams like this. [18 Aug 2005|12:33pm]

x-posted to blumuun

last night i dreamt that my brother Cy hated me.

he told me all the things i fear he thinks about me. he told me how he used to love me. he told me how disappointed he was in me. he told me he wished i wasn't his sister. i told him i thought he should be proud of me. he said he'd lost all faith in me.

all my worst fears about why he cares less and never calls were realized in my dream. i never knew how abandoned i felt really until i woke up this morning. even if he does love me less, he will always be my hero.
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[18 Jun 2005|11:22am]

[ mood | awake ]

partly x-posted to blumuun
i keep having these dreams about my mother. and she's always yelling at me. this is odd because my mother NEVER yells at me. not since i was about 14. in the dreams, she is not even like herself. she's mean and spiteful. my mother is none of these things. she says things in these dreams that my mother would never dream of saying to me or anyone. even when we didn't get along all those years ago. she calls me shallow and ungrateful. and tells me i take all of her money. she says that i am selfish and that she's ashamed of me. i cry and cry and ask how she could say these things to me. and she says because they are true. i get in her face and tell her she is wrong. she says she's never been proud of me. and that i am a brat. my mother would never say this stuff. she's the sweetest person in the world. and yes i know that these dreams are merely manifestations of my own insecurities, and the way i feel about myself--doesn't take Jung to spell that out for me. but why my mom? why is it my mom telling me these things? it seems like i would have dreams about her comforting me, as she does in reality. i am angry at myself for dreaming these dreams. hmmmm.

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Kermit!?! [17 Jun 2005|01:40pm]

[ mood | amused ]

Last night in my dreams I was staying in a hotel with a pool outside my window. I could climb into the pool from my window, and vice versa. It was so strange, because the hotel was supposed to be like haunted by a woman with a baby. There were so many people there, friends, and random people. We all had problems finding our rooms, and we were all skittish because of the ghost. Well, we finally found our rooms, and my bedmate was Kermit the Frog -_- (WTF!) I remember being all "aww so awesome!". In the middle of the night though the other people (in the other bed in the room) like left the room, and the ghost came into the room. I remember being so scared I couldn't move. (Kermit was just all curled up asleep next to me, puppet that he was -_-) It was uber freaky. I also remember going into this store, seeing a ninja turtle, and thinking of my friend Cory. I also remember seeing little figurines from a book on this guy's desk. It was just a weird dream. I have been having a lot of those lately (every time I close my eyes it seems), but I just had to share this one, because well it's Kermit!

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Odd... [03 Jun 2005|11:48am]

I didn't sleep very well last night, but I did have some very strange dreams. First of all, I had a dream that my boyfriend's best friend got engaged to a girl he's been dating for only a month. Then, I went to the moon in a little capsule thing that would only fit 3 people, and not very comfortably. I was stuck in it with my boyfriend from high school and my best friend from high school and when we got there the only place on the moon was WalMart. The sun started to come out and it was burning our skin (but not like you might think, more of a very, very severe sun burn) so we had to get outta there, pronto. The landing field we were on began to be like a raft in a pool and we almost slid off. Right when we got into our plastic capsule and slid off into space I woke up.
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weird shit [03 Jun 2005|02:15pm]

[ mood | dorky ]

i can only remember bits and pieces of a couple different dreams.

-kissing someone (who?)
-going to camp
-driving a race car
-shower room at camp
-burmese python
-Emily Remillard in her old tie-dyed shirt
-John carrying me on his back

the odd thing about the Burmese python though--i had never seen one. ever. yet i called it that in my dream. i was like, "hey that's a Burmese python." i had only ever heard the name. so i go to do a GIS to find out what the hell they actually look like:

and that is exactly what it looked like in my dream. (it's an albino). weird shit man.

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[02 May 2005|06:02pm]

The other night i dreamed that i was a giant, evil, sentient spaceship, that had come into being from having collected all sorts of space junk around in the world. Somehow there were passengers inside of me and I tried to kill them, by flooding the entire inside of myself with water. I also set traps, which were boxes that if someone stuck their hand into it would get chopped off. There was a lot of blue in the dream. The inside of the spacheship (me) was blue. The water was blue. The computer screens were blue... that's about all I remember...
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[29 Apr 2005|12:08pm]

so yeah, had some interesting dreams last night.

in one, i dreamed that i was fucking pregnant....ew. like 6 months...ew again. i mean JESUS...babies do all sorts of gross things. i guess they are kinda c00te and all, but they also kinda smell.

so my other dream was about fucking zombies of all things...i think it's cause i talked to Mitchell! last night...i guess he just reminds me of a zombie. so yeah, same rules as most zombie movies. someone gets biten and they then turn into the walking dead. so in dreamworld, the lovely Johnny P. did not exist. instead i was all secretly all stupid in love with this guy who was my best friend. sound familiar to anybody? anyway, so people start turning into zombies. and i, of all people, had a freakin glock. and i was doing my best to blow the heads off zombies (that site is great, btw. you can do fun things like visit the "Do Not Patronize While Armed" Listings...i &hearts gun-toting lunatics. ooooh, you can even take a friggin CLASS!!!...these people really frighten me.) ok, i got a bit tangental there for a minute. so, this guy, who looks a lot like Glenn Quinn, who actually was a heroin zombie...it's how he died. so, long story short (as if that was even possible now)
he had the ability to turn into a kitten whenever he wanted. so, while i was being a total badass with my "sweet piece", loser went and got himself fucking BIT(i know that's not grammatically correct, you freakin perfectionist, it was for effect.) so he turns into a kitten to try to avoid being a zombie. he doesn't turn into ONE, but then i fucking wake up.

dreams are weird.

like the late, great Mitch Hedberg said:
"i don't like dreaming because it's too much like work...i'd rather dream of myself sleeping...but instead i'm fixing a gocart with my ex landlord"
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[10 Apr 2005|03:48pm]

Hi, i'm new to the community.

My dreams are all very surreal, sometimes even cartoony.
The other night I had this dream:

One of my college professors and several other staff members of my program are walking down the beach. The professor is telling them that I'm a "christian zealot" and "a crazy fanatic" and all this stuff over and over again.

Suddenly, a man made of blood walks out of the ocean and attacks that group. The staff members all freak, except for the professor who says: "Chill out, (my name) will take care of this guy, I'm telling you, he's crazy." or something very similar, anyway.

Then I am suddenly running headlong into the scene, with this crazy look in my face, and holding a katana. I chop the man of blood in half. My professor tells me "good job, but there's other bad guys"

I wind up sneaking around inside of a building, with a bow and arrow. Inside the building. on an upper floor, I eventually find Wonder Woman on a patio. Her back was turned to me. I knew she was one of the "bad guys" so I shot her in the back with an arrow and killed her. I moved into the patio. On the patio of the building directly across from the one I was on, Green Lantern was fighting a midget. The midget was super-powerful and all Green Lantern could do was put a force bubble around him.

Then my professor, Green Lantern, and I are all standing around trying to figure out what to do with the midget. Green Lantern eventually decides that if we let the midget out he'll be unstoppable, so he says he'll just have to remain in there forever. Then Green Lantern makes the force bubble shoot off into outer space. And that's all I remember.
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A long one. [07 Apr 2005|01:08pm]

So here's my latest fucked up dream, kay?

So I'm back in middle school. I'm eating lunch, minding my own middle school business, when R. Lee Ermey walks up to me. Apparently he's an administrator or something. He starts working me over verbally, trying to make me sweat. I play it cool as a cuccumber. He gets mad at my devil-may-care attitude, and starts throwing insulting innuendos at me.

The things he's saying make it sound like I spend my lunch break masturbating in the boys' bathroom. He doesn't say this, of course, because of harassment rules and such, but he figures if he can just IMPLY then everyone else will get the picture and that the laughter of my peers will cut into me like the jagged lid of a rusty tin can. Again, I shrug off his words and simply reverse them on him.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you're trying to imply. I'm not very smart, apparently. Could you please put it more simply?" I ask him. This is when he starts sweating.

See, a middle school lunchroom monitor can't very well say "You must jerk off in the bathroom stalls during lunch," now can he? Ermey starts to squirm now, throwing more metaphors and innuendo out there. My peers are deadly quiet, most likely enjoying this bizarre battle of the wits where the young, physically impotent boy has the upper hand over the towering, ominous authority figure. Ermey starts running out of subtle quips, but he can't just give up. That'd be a sign of weakness, and any sign of weakness will ruin him.

He finally cries "YOU PULL YOUR PECKER IN THE BATHROOM!" He must have reverted to his days as a drill sergeant.

I grin, chuckling quietly, so that only those sitting on either side of me can hear. "Oh, sir, you're terribly mis-informed. Let me show you something."

I lead him and any fellow-student who cares to see to the boys' bathroom. It's crowded, but not packed. The stalls, if the can be called "stalls" and not "four pieces of wood barely held in place by screws", offer little privacy. I tell him all of this, pointing out that if I were to, as he put it, "pull my pecker" in there, there'd be no privacy for me to do so.

Having cleared my good name, I walk outside of the bathroom, where the other administrators are standing, looking very alarmed. I turn to Ermey and suddenly I'm a twenty-something again. "As for your allogations that I masturbate in the bathroom, I find them to be sexual harassment, and the school will be hearing from my lawyer." I make sure the principal hears my words. Judging from the sweat running down his face I know he does.

My classmates stand around me, amazed that I've stood up to the most feared cafeteria monitor of all time without once seeming scared.

I can't remember the rest of the dream anymore, because I waited too long to write it down, but it was pretty sweet.
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[02 Apr 2005|11:38am]

[ mood | shaken ]

last night, i had the most awful nighmare. i actually woke up crying.

i dreamed that my mom and dad had collectively decided that my dad should DIE. i begged and pleaded with them to change their minds. i cried adn cried and begged dad not to go along with it. but they locked my in a room until about an hour before they were to carry through with it. so, laura,paul, and jenn (why were they the ones to do it?) took my dad out to a field. by this time, i had caught up to them and tried to stand in the way so they didn't hurt him. dad told me not to, then he turned around so i couldn't see his face...i think he was crying. paul held me back, while laura shot him in the back with a pistol. i fell to the ground crying for what seemed like days. then we were back at someone's apartment, laura was accepting money for killing my dad from someone i didn't recognize. i was weeping uncontrollably, and paul, laura and jenn were just standing there as though nothing had happened. jenn had her arms crossed, looking mean 9which is weird cause jenn never looks mean) they said "bye crissy, see you tomorrow at school." all nonchalantly. i looked at them, enraged and said through a deluge of the angriest tears i'd ever cried, "i NEVER want to see any of you again. if you ever come near my family again, i swear to god, i will kill you." suddenly, i was back home in bed sleeping, and john was there....but we were in cy and matt's old room (but it looked like ours here at our apt.) but i couldn't get up. it felt like something was keeping me asleep. everytime i tried to get up to go call my dad to see if it had all been real, i couldn't get up (i think at this point i may actually have been awake and just NYQUILED!)...so then i would go back to sleep and still think my dad was dead. it felt so real.

so, every time i tried to get out of bed and call, i would fall asleep again and be trapped in my house. i would get out of the bedroom door, and my mom, who was no longer my mom, but had transformed into some evil woman(think bernadette peters in the movie/play Annie) after my parents' money--which is weird as my parents don't have much money at all. so everytime i tried to sneak to use the phone to call my dad, she would find me and i couldn't get in touch with him. one time i did, there was a recording of his voice, choked with tears, and it said, "cris, i know you are the only one who will call, so i left this for you. just remember that i will always love you and that this is for the best. honey, don't worry, because one day i know i will see you again, in some bright, shiny place."

i repeated over and over again to myself as the phone fell from my ear, "in some bright, shiny place, in some bright, shiny place." it felt like one of those scenes from those great anime series like cowboy bebop or evangelion where you can only see the bottom half of someone...a very disjointed shot. then i was half awake again, trying to get out of bed...this vicious cycle happened again and again, each time, with me trying to get out of the house. once i got the keys to the car and got out but i couldn't find my dad's house. and then the cops found me with a giant roadblock(??). i have no clue what that was about. another time, i got the phone and left a meassge telling dad to call me just so i knew he was ok...because i didn't know whether or not it had all been a dream. another time the phone rang and the evil woman let the machine pick it up and she didn't know i snuck out to replay it. it was dad returning the message i'd left...it said "i was worried when i got your message...everything's fine, call me back when you get this....honey, is this because you haven't had your medicine?"

so this kept happening over and over, but in all of the rest of the cycles, my dad had been killed. finally, at abot 11:00am, i woke up for real, Nyquil-free for the most part, and was able to grasp reality. i did call my dad, but he wasn't home. i think all is well. i just worry because i have prophetic dreams from time to time...not dreams that are exact. but i will dream my mom has died and call her only to find out she is really sick with flu, etc. another time a dreamed that matt had been eaten by Gremlins, only to find out he had hurt himself pretty badly in a bike accident. coincidence, maybe...but i don't think so.

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First Post. [01 Apr 2005|05:09am]

[ mood | sleepy ]

My name is Elizabeth, and I usually have vivid dreams, so this community seemed to suit me. The last week or so have been odd dream wise so here goes..

I had a bundle of odd dreams one night. My friend called and woke me up from one of my dreams, in which this spirit was out to get me. I am rather glad he woke me up, for I was at the point of realizing something was after me. And in my dream the logic was, if I realize it is trying to get me, then it shall finally get it's way. When I went back to sleep I dreamt of vampyres and Bracken (He is one of my best friends, who I do have a rocky past with.) He was in a wreck in my dream (perhaps because he did recently get into a wreck), I remember hugging him and kissing his neck and chest. It was odd. There was a baby and we were dancing with it, though I got the feeling that it was not our baby we were dancing with. *shrug* I had another dream where I had to fight vampyres because they started to take over the school/town. I remember I had a sword, and I was kicking major ass. Bracken was in this dream as well, and I recall he was rather impressed but weirded out that I could fight like I could. My dreams are usually odd like this, but yeah silly psyche. It isn't like I can control my dreams anyway, I can only remember them.

Another night this week I had another dream where something was after me (btw, the last one was in my old house in KY). This one was also in that same house, but this time it was a snake. It was a very long, but not so thick, snake. At first it was just there, then it became this game where it was trying to catch me and I just kept running. I know slightly silly, but it was terrifying in the dream. I tried to close doors on it, and cut it in half. I also remember running in a room and closing the door thinking it would keep me safe, but when I turned to look at the door I discovered that the door had holes in it. Nothing ever worked when it came to eluding the snake, but I don't recall it ever catching me.

A friend pointed out that the house that I have been dreaming of is a place I only seem to dream about when I am really depressed. So those are my exceptionally odd dreams that I've had over the last few days. Sorry for the lengthiness.

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[27 Mar 2005|04:21am]

[ mood | crappy ]

i've been having pretty bad dreams where I cant remember the details or even the general premise of them. I know they're bad, because I'll wake up shivering, or with a sense of forboding. One night this week, I woke up with tears on my face. It wasnt that I was crying, or I felt sad, but I could tell that I'd been crying involuntarily. I can never remember though...

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what is it about x-mas trees? [25 Mar 2005|11:37am]

[ mood | amused ]

i have recurring dreams about my old house in snellville. i am not sure why. my mom is almost always there and i am always hiding something from her. and she is frequently very angry in these dreams. although, in reality, she seldom gets angry with me.

last night i dreamed that she was divorcing Jeff, and i was devastated since i know Jeff is a nice man, and the best thing ever to happen to mom. i dreamed that she had giant pictures on the wall of Matty and me...really really huge ones. which she would think were tacky. weirdest part was, she was marrying Jenn's dad. ew. also, our mailbox was huge...like bigger than a bread box...for real. not all that interesting i guess but still.

before that, i dreamed that a bunch of us went to the beach, but the house was different. switched around. a dream house, as i call it, but not in the way you are probably thinking. i have noticed that houses are one of the only things in dreams that can be totally different, yet still recognizable to the dreamer. people are the other thing. funny thing is, my house NEVER looks different in my dreams. sometimes the back yard does, but never the interior of the house. i mean, the pictures change, and the furniture, but never the layout of the house. anyway..got tangental there.

so Kara Baker was at the beach. it was weird because we were never really friends. i just knew her b/c we had the same last name and sat together in homeroom. she was having a bad time at the beach and got sick from eating shrimp.

something else that interests me abou dreaming about my house on Rae Dr...there is almost always a christmas tree in the living room where we used to put it. no matter what time of the year it is.


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Dream triad. [24 Feb 2005|09:34am]

Buncha dreams last night. I don't know why.

I remember one was about LiveJournal. How sad is it when you dream about this shitty service? Pretty sad. Anyway, I had a dream Laura (one of my biggest romantic failures ever) finally updated. I think it was more about seeing her name than it was about live journal. I swear I'm not that much of a nerd that I was thinking about logging onto www.livejournal.com. A little background on this, I took her off my friends list because all I've been doing in my friends-only entries is bitch about her. So she decided to take me off hers. I don't know why, since I was fuckin' doing her a favor.

Another dream was about Abby (my ex girlfriend) and how she uses substances to run away from her pain. Like I was hanging out with some friends and all of a sudden I see her, and she's TOTALLY drunk. Like, beyond wasted. I left, and she followed me and confronted me. I told her I didn't want to see her throw her life away because I still cared about her. It was long and drawn out with no conclusion, just like real life.

Another dream I had featured Crissy! We were going to enter a motorcycle race together, but for some reason I didn't have a helmet. When I went to buy one, the "helmet dealer" took me on a friggin' QUEST to get it. We walked FOREVER, then it started raining. There was this huge steep hill with mud that was sometimes-frozen mud. The helmet dealer booked it up the hill of mud and I was left in the dust. By the time I reached the top, the guy was long gone and I had no idea which way he went. I wandered around this old abandoned tower for a while before I gave up. That's when I woke up.

Remembering three dreams is pretty good for me, but I could have sworn I remembered a fourth. Maybe it'll come to me later when I'm in the shower, cuz that's usually where they return.
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UGH!!! [15 Feb 2005|09:56am]

Great. So because I apparently hate myself my mind has decided to really screw with me. Long story short (cuz not many people really care) I'm really trying to forget this girl named Laura because she really hurt me. Trying to forget I have feelings for her, trying to forget she exists,etc. So what do I do?


That's right. I had a dream where I was hanging out with some other girl and eating pizza and what not and Laura shows up. I mean, in the dream I should have seen it coming because the two girls are room-mates, but it was still kind of a shock. So I'm eating pizza in absolute silence, and it's probably the most awkward dream moment I've ever had. On top of that, I got to flip through a little scrap-book or something with a bunch of pictures of her and her "lover" (who I now consider my arch-enemy) with several pages adorned with condoms.

Question: Why the hell didn't I leave in the dream? Why didn't I stand up and walk out? Maybe because I stayed far too long in real life. Maybe I should have said "adios" a year ago instead of sitting around and feeling put-upon.

On the up side, I did see the name Les Claypool in it, so it wasn't all bad.

I hate my brain.
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[05 Feb 2005|09:50am]

I dreamed I was in a mario game, 8-bit style.
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riiiiiiight. [01 Feb 2005|07:25pm]

[ mood | bored ]

so i don't even know why i bother to say this but, try not to make fun of me. seriously. or not...fine, make fun of me cause i know you will anyway.

i dreamed that James Marsters died. yeah, i know....but that's only part of the dream. i was sad cause he'd a good actor and all but everyone else was going nuts. they were devastated. like after JFK got shot or something. completly silent while walking around reading the paper and magazines with his image plastered all over them, their faces stuck in sadness...frozen...think the kids in the classroom in the "Jeremy" video. apparently two other people died that day too...actors i didn't recognize...but they were all on the cover of time and newsweek.

so yeah, that was fucking weird.

ah, James....

guess that dream is better than the one i had night before last, in which i took an internship at Target. wow.

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