Kevin's Watch

This time, I had a dream about going to an American university. The same one as Claire, in fact. Odd.

It is extremely rare that I will remember a dream.

I dreamed that I tried to decide whether to download DND online or to play the free trial. Then I remembered the free trial wasn't on this computer, and I think I decided I couldn't be bothered to wait for the whole thing to download.

This is the first dream I've remembered in a long time.

I frequently remember dreams. Big dreamer, me.

Ok, here's a weird one. I dreamt that I went to work one Saturday morning (I work every Saturday) and then told my boss I had to go home sick as I had typhoid.

He didn't believe me so I went into the showers and washed my hands. When I came back he let me go home.

dreamt about a sexual encounter i never had when i was 18. not in details, but that it was reported on the houston news.

I often dream that my mother is still alive. She's never actually there, it's always an indirect thing...

On a lighter note, I once dreamt about waking up and being exceedingly irritated that during my sleep some b*****d had tampered with my digital clock-radio so that instead of showing the time it simply said:

"ROLLING WORM"

I've wondered ever since what a dream-analyst would make of that.

sounds like the start of a good horror story.

Trapper439 wrote:I often dream that my mother is still alive. She's never actually there, it's always an indirect thing...

On a lighter note, I once dreamt about waking up and being exceedingly irritated that during my sleep some b*****d had tampered with my digital clock-radio so that instead of showing the time it simply said:

"ROLLING WORM"

I've wondered ever since what a dream-analyst would make of that.

That's either amusing or terrifying. It could indeed be some kind of horror.

Trapper439 wrote:On a lighter note, I once dreamt about waking up and being exceedingly irritated that during my sleep some b*****d had tampered with my digital clock-radio so that instead of showing the time it simply said:

"ROLLING WORM"

I've wondered ever since what a dream-analyst would make of that.

No comment.

Not that this is my dream, but Son of Seareach has been having a dream about a dragonfly which he says "Went buzz and then PUNCHED me THERE" (there being his stomach). What with that and the snakes he tells me about (the snakes that go "huusssss" rather than "hiisssss") I'd hate to think what goes on in his little mind when he's asleep!

a poker game. four people ripping off one very rich man. turns out he is a serial killer. the other four? one is killed when the ruse is busted. one woman marries and stays alive. the ring leader is killed later by the killer. the other guy is up in the air. very long and complicated dream. i don't remember all of it. i think it took place in Conn.

Zombie attack last night.
I was safely barricaded behind a front porch that wrapped around one side of a house.
The whole thing was boarded up perfectly with strategic holes for shooting the oncoming zombies.
I was picking them off (head shots of course) leisurely with a rifle when it occurred to me to check the other side of the porch.
EXCEPT FOR THE RAILING IT WAS WIDE OPEN!!!
Arrghh!!
So I and a few other people started to board it up as best we could but they kept getting closer and closer.
Now, for some reason none of us had guns anymore, just blunt objects like pieces of wood.
And you just can't kill a zombie easily with a blunt object!!
We started whacking them in the head with pieces of wood but we were screwed.
Then I woke up.

HLT: awesome dream! but there are guns everywhere.

sgtnull wrote:HLT: awesome dream! but there are guns everywhere.

Maybe he was in GB.

Just woke up from a dream where I was in a slightly altered version of my basement, and several members of a fictional pro basketball team were down there. They were apparently moonlighting as members of a crime syndicate, as some haughty woman was commanding them. They were ordering me around, asking me where the valuables were.

I was ubernervous, thinking that I still had a pistol somewhere in the vicinity. Of course, I opened cupboards and looked under piles of junk to find nothing. It was only near the end, when she ordered me to be shot, that I found a Berretta lying in a pile of dust. I picked it up and fired rapidly at her, and she flew through a window and out into the sky, Mary Poppins style.

I knew the basketball players/mafia thugs were going to shoot me for that one, but I woke up right before that happened. My dreams either defy physics (or just end) when death becomes apparent.

LF: that was cool. I think I have come real close to death, but never actually died.

this morning I dreamt I was on hometown Jeopardy. questions about my ht of Concord New Hampshire. but they got an answer wrong. the street by Korner Kupboard was misnamed. and the pic did not match up either. I was protesting but no one was paying attention.

I dreamt I was dating William Hurt's daughter.

does he actually have a daughter? or did you create her for the dream?

sgtnull wrote:does he actually have a daughter? or did you create her for the dream?

The latter point is correct.