What did you dream? Tell it in five sentences or fewer.

My teeth kept falling out. I would start talking to someone and I feel a tooth come loose. I'd walk away and spit it into my hand...huge back molar type teeth. Over and over this happened until I had almost no teeth. I went to the dentist to show him what was happening but he said he didn't have time to fix it. :eek:
 
My teeth kept falling out. I would start talking to someone and I feel a tooth come loose. I'd walk away and spit it into my hand...huge back molar type teeth. Over and over this happened until I had almost no teeth. I went to the dentist to show him what was happening but he said he didn't have time to fix it. :eek:

Time to cut back on the ole cupcakes!
 
..."I won't let you go!" She was dangling from the edge of a train, screeching on a melting track, on a high and endless Gothic bridge surrounded all around by raging hell fire, and a sky filled with black smoke emitted by a gang of bearded demons riding dragon bikes, who rode along the sky road. And all that kept her alive was my superhuman grip. She was the best friend of a girl I liked. She just kept hanging there with no effort and after a few minutes I was like, "Whhaaaaaat?". I realized it was a dream and woke up. :p
 
I just remembered my dream last night.
I don't remember specifics but it involved a girl I went to high school with whom I'm well estranged from now, leading me up a hill made of concrete and misshapen houses to someplace unknown.

Kind of odd because I'm pretty sure that in reality the girl in question hated me to the bone marrow, so I wonder why she was featured.
 
I dreamed that I was riding a turquoise motorcycle that was designed for optimum aerodynamics. The seating was comfortable, because the plastic cowling conformed to my legs and crotch like riding a slender horse, but the handlebars were oriented parallel to the direction of travel, rather than perpendicular like on a normal motorcycle. So, my right arm had to extend way out in front of my left arm, and steering was counterintuitive. I did not like the handlebar feature at all.
 
A moose was loose in the library (and I totally blame seela for this dream :p). For whatever reason it was my responsibility to track it down. I asked for seela because I was sure she would know what to do, but nobody seemed to know who she was ("Oh, you mean her?" *points at blonde* .. "No, seela isn't blonde, you idiot." Sheesh. Dream people can be so dumb :D) And it wasn't even a big library, no idea why all this was so difficult...

So I went to the librarian, who had her back turned towards me. When she turned around she had a colony of worms growing on her nose (in the pores) and they were waving around like sea creatures. I promptly forgot what I wanted to ask her, then woke up.
 
I dreamt that I was, I guess, a ghost or something that was following around Hannibal Lecter. Beautiful Mads Mikkelsen Lecter.
During our travels he broke one neck, killed three college kids with nail clippers, one other by stabbing them a few times, severed a cops spinal cord with what I think was an antique razor, suffocated another cop and just before I woke up he was eating at some fancy restaurant with another character who joked that hopefully the food didn't contain anybody.

This thread is making me remember my dreams more and now I'm not so sure that's a good thing...
 
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My MIL was walking around with Alzheimer's, which she has, but she can't walk. She was with my ex hubs (her son).
I was on a road, and I don't know where I was headed, but I was walking.

I woke up with a bad ear ache.

(Dream of lost things.
I miss my MIL so much. Fuck you Alzheimer's!!!)
 
Walking down a (red) brick road in wobbly platform shoes, with a basket hanging around my neck from which I am folding laundry, singing Beatles songs that I don't know the words to. Veeeeerrrrry strange, even for me :confused:
 
A seemingly warm place, surrounded by friends and family that are telling me I should come visit more often. People that, I suddenly remember, have been gone for a while now. Whom also, upon closer inspection, all have the dead eyes and cracked complexions of old porcelain dolls, don't move their mouths when they speak, and whose " skin " bubbles and can't hold back the decay and putridity that starts oozing out when I notice all of these inhuman things, triggered almost comically like in the cartoons where the coyote doesn't fall until he looks down. Remembering exactly who I am and where I came from, right around the time I get mockingly told again that I should r e a l l y come visit more often, in a place that once felt warm but now only serves to remind me exactly how close I've come to being completely fucked...

Haven't slept a wink, physically ill, and have to go to work in two hours.

Wheeeeeeeee
 
I had a pet squirrel that lived in my hair. It was really hard to keep the squirrel safe from the cat. I'm exhausted.
 
A seemingly warm place, surrounded by friends and family that are telling me I should come visit more often. People that, I suddenly remember, have been gone for a while now. Whom also, upon closer inspection, all have the dead eyes and cracked complexions of old porcelain dolls, don't move their mouths when they speak, and whose " skin " bubbles and can't hold back the decay and putridity that starts oozing out when I notice all of these inhuman things, triggered almost comically like in the cartoons where the coyote doesn't fall until he looks down. Remembering exactly who I am and where I came from, right around the time I get mockingly told again that I should r e a l l y come visit more often, in a place that once felt warm but now only serves to remind me exactly how close I've come to being completely fucked...

Haven't slept a wink, physically ill, and have to go to work in two hours.

Wheeeeeeeee

I hope you are resting well tonight :rose:
 
Something something ice cave something something search for the missing computer file...
 
You're Getting Sleeepeee

I just remembered I had a dream where I was watching Mario Batali on TV. In my dream. Explaining all sorts of things in Italian and wearing his weird clogs.
 
this one has me puzzled,

In a dream I have a friend remove my cock and balls (not 100 percent on the cock) my sack remains. There is some part in a bar where it happened and escaping without paying then realising I had paid for the drinks and the bar man was cheating me. this had nothing to do with my balls being removed. not scary no pain ans it seemed I was willing for it to happen,


I am very much thinking what the fuck a lot right now.
 
I was throwing rag-dolls off of a apartment building and screaming : DIE bitch DIE!
with every doll I threw off the roof.

..I might just be a lil frustrated :D
 
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