I dream lucid I should note, so I know I am dreaming btw
My dream last night was spiffy. There was this metal briefcase, and inside it had a series of panels, each with weird buttons or dials or in one case, a syringe of all things. I had said briefcase in my possession.
I found out that the briefcase was a new type of bomb, what it did was, it contained an injection which would cause your bodily fluids to become highly volatile, volatile enough to destroy an entire US state if detonated. The panels with the buttons and crap were a failsafe, had to complete each sort of 'test' in order to activate the signal that the briefcase emits, which causes the person's body to detonate.
Well, crazy generic government agency that all wore grey uniforms and flew helicoptors and drove humvees came after me, trying to kill me since I had the case etc. etc.
So I decided to run. Ran to some closed down grocery store, where I hid out and tried to figure the blasted case out. Figure if I inject myself with the stuff, I can get the government people off my case. For though it is a dream, I do still feel pain, and getting shot seriously sucks. Something I try to avoid if at all possible. The dream was way too cool so far to risk ending it 
I find a detachable panel on the underside of the case with a syringe of gold liquid, looked like honey or something. Assuming that was it, I injected myself with it. Gotta give my mind credit, the needle hurt exactly like a needle should.
Then the agents showed up, busted in through one wall, guys came down through the skylights on ropes, lots of cliche stuff. I hauled ass out the back door. Ended up in some old warehouse/factory building, that had a cemetary of all things out it's docking doors. I started working on the case inside on a crappy wooden table.
Found a really spiffy radio on the underside, couldn't figure out where I was hearing voices from at first. It was a strip of metal on a piece of paper, about 3 inches long. It was a two way radio that operated on static electricity of all things, had to rub it on my shirt to get it to work for a short duration. Ended up taping the thing on the inside of my right wrist after almost misplacing it once. Some military sounding guy on the other end of the radio walked me through activating the case. Pushed buttons, spun dials, and stuck my arm on the needle in the case (Which hurt more so than the original injection, heh), which checked my blood for the explosive liquid crap in my bloodstream as one of the checks, so it couldn't be operated remotely from the person injected.
And once it was activated, the final step was for me to hit the big red button on it and use the radio strip, if I said "Upper case" it would go off, but saying "lower case" would shut the case down entirely, rendering it useless for 24 hours.
Once I figured this out, some people burst in, looking like generic freedom fighters in a bad episode of Sliders. They explained to me that a bunch of countries that hate the US were counting on me to detonate the liquid, so they could claim credit for the blast and use the oppurtunity to take over the world or something.
And again, the generic agency busted into the warehouse, guns blazing. The freedom force people whipped out guns and began firing back. So I decided to haul ass out of there, once again. problem was, this time they were at the back door too, ran into the cemetary and found a helicoptor dropping guys off.
They saw me and opened fire, I dove for a bunch of tombstones, but a bullet hit the case and knocked it out of my hand. So I came to a conclusion, either way this dream was going to end with my death, but if I got to the case and blew myself up, there was a good chance it would be a far, FAR cooler death. So I started running and diving between tombstones, trying to get to where the case had landed, while bullets blew chunks out of the tombstones and kicked up sand etc. etc.
Got to the case, hit the big red button, rubbed the radio strip on my shirt, and shouted "upper case!" into it. Nothing. The fug? Looked at the radio strip, it was shredded up, I had scraped the hell out of it diving around in the cemetary. I could barely hear military sounding guy over it, he was asking me to repeat what I had just said. So I started rubbing it as hard as I could and shouting "upper case, I repeat, UPPER CASE!" until I finally heard "acknowledged".
And nothing happened again. Well dammit, didn't have a whole lot of time before I got a whole lot of bullets in my face. Suddenly my entire body began to glow, brighter and brighter...
And then it cut to a huge aerial shot of the United States, and I was treated to one really cool shot of a HUGE freaking explosion, clouds parted, the ground rippled and cracked outwards, geysers of magma spewed outwards and were sprayed outwards by the blast. Saw the heat blast incinerate everything as it spread outwards, followed by an apocalyptic white flash, ending with a gigantic mushroom cloud. And then I woke up, hour before my alarm was due to go off. Just decided to stay up after that.
What will never, ever, cease to amaze me is the whole matrix'esque effect in my dreams. I know that briefcase I am holding is not real, but it looks real, it feels real. I can rub my hand up and down it and feel each indivudual groove and indentation. When I injected myself with the needle, it hurt like a needle should, and my arm was sore for th erest of the dream. Just a little sore, like I had just had a flu shot.
Dunno, I can just spend so much time in a dream touching stuff going "I know this isn't real, but it feels so real!" I punch a wall, and I punch a hole in the drywall, and it feels like I just, in fact, punched a piece of drywall. That and the scenery, I've just stopped in dreams and looked at a brilliant looking sunset with all these bright, vibrant colours streaking across the sky and I just go "Wow", and I'll just stand there and watch 
In the previous dream, I was in my school and all of a sudden I realize "this is a dream" which is rare for me because I don't often realize it (I remember thinking "wow, I'm realizing that this is a dream"). I made a gun come in out of thin air, but for some reason I couldn't aim it. I went on to my next class. And then I thought "I bet I can make explosions happen if I want them to" and then most of the school exploded. I remember that I was trying to hide my powers from authorities so that they wouldn't realize I had them... my logic is pretty flawed in dreams. 
Most of the end of the dream was me running around the school looking at all the destruction.
No, I don't want to do this in real life. I'm not really sure what caused it. I'd prefer to do other things if I really had dream control, but oh well.
I glanced down a long hall, empty of people. I saw him as he walked into a door, and then asked myself out loud, "Hey! Aren't you in Bosnia?"
Then I woke up.
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Someone saw said grenade, and was running around trying to find who made it, when two other people went and took two missles they had buried near a gravestone. They took those missles, and somehow threw them which caused them to go nots and blow up a wide area. I somehow avoided any injury by laying on the ground.
I then picked up my nuclear grenade, chucked it, and killed them, and destroyed the house they were standing by, again being unharmed
Don't ask. I dont know WTF it means either.
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I had this weird dream...
So I was getting ready to go to my first class, when two of my friends, Ray and Lia, somehow convinced me to just skip and go with them somewhere.
They had some new friend, Asian girl, named T _ _ n (I don't know how I remember, but I know it was four letters, starting with T and ending in n).
We went somewhere, and somehow, we had ended up doing like, a big group-tube white water ride (like Thunder River at Six Flags over Georgia, or some thing they have in Disney world). We had a great time, who knows.
Somehow, fast forward a few months... And T__n and I... are, well... going out or something (I don't know, no bad comments, prz, ). So we're walking somewhere, holding hands, and all of a sudden, her left hand pinky becomes like, a centipede or something. And it bites my hand three times (leaving six punctures).
So I start to feel sick and feverish, and my arm's veins turn dark purple, and swell. The skin around my arm turns purplish-black all over partially. X_x
At any rate, she took me to see her parents (maybe because of this, I'm not sure what was going on really), and somewhere there, my dream ended.
So, uh, yeah... Weird dreams.
The twist is when I finally woke up there was a Bacon Egg & Cheese Biscuit and a Sausage McGriddle (sans egg and cheese) waiting for me. No hash browns.
Weird.
Sausage McGriddles are pretty damn good, though. I can't imagine it being very good with egg and cheese though.
When I was little, I had a lot of soda one day.
I dreamt a giant soda bottle popped my head off and starting drinking out of me. I'll never forget that dream [ 11-30-2003: Message edited by: Jens ]
Also, an online friend of mine showed up and was waiting on the porch for a postal delivery of a chicken grill.
Odd stuff. But I love the fact that my dreams are so detailed.
I think I was red.
But then a giant robot smashed me
The first is my arriving in a limo to my house with Queen Elizabeth II....Only to find all of my family there my late nana included (which broke my heart, since in the dream she told me that she loved me and missed me. :/) and my grandfather... Who in turn was hitting on Martha Stewart. O_o
Another dream was where I had multiple elephants in my bathroom and they were thristy so I kept having to give them glasses of water. Oh, and they talked anmd lifted my up with their snouts and stuff. o_O
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Oh shi...'s unholy Backstreet Boys obsession manifested in:
I dreamt I was falling off a really big cliff!
Hence the name right?
Last night I was dreaming about training to become a cop. Odd considering I was running from them the night before... Anyway, for a while I'm in some classrooms and nothing terribly interesting. Then I'm in a police car with two other cops. After a while they jump out of the car and start chasing after some guy. As he is running away, he pulls something like the numbers runners/bikers wear in competitions off and throws it to the side. I get out of the car to grab it since the cops are still chasing him. As I pick it up a guy comes up from behind. I drop to the ground and hand him the thing I picked up, which he then proceeds to tear up. After that he pulls out a gun and shoots the cops. I go running off to find another cop and see a police car outside some restaurant. I go inside and when I find the cop its my one Uncle. I tell him about what happened and yell at myself for not calling 911. After that it made a complete random jump to something totally unrelated. Apparently some super powerful robot thingy had been buried in a lava planet or some such. I had to take a mech with drill feet and hands to destroy it. Then I got woke up.
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Oscar 3/Xray 1 obviously shouldn't have said:
Well, I remember my most recent dream only because I was reading in it, and people say you can't read in dreams.
You know, outside of that one episode of the animated Batman series that said that, I have never found anywhere that confirms or denies it. I know for a 100% fact I can read in my dreams, but curious about it, since I recall hearing that as well, but I suspect it is from that episode of batman
Anyone know of a site about dreams that lists supposeded 'can's and 'cannot's?
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Vorago had this to say about Punky Brewster:
You know, outside of that one episode of the animated Batman series that said that, I have never found anywhere that confirms or denies it. I know for a 100% fact I can read in my dreams, but curious about it, since I recall hearing that as well, but I suspect it is from that episode of batmanAnyone know of a site about dreams that lists supposeded 'can's and 'cannot's?
I heard that in that Batman Episode too...
However, I think I can read in dreams...
But it might be true...
I look at things with writing on them, and know what they say, but I'm not sure if I've ever been able to focus on characters.
I'm back in the IDF with my unit in the West Bank during one of the uprisings, the sametime my wife and I were considering divorce. Sparing details we got caught near an explosion, I caught the brunt off to the side. Taking shrapnel under my vest via the arm opening to the side of the chest. Thankfully, I survived the encounter. This is where the recurring dream picks up:
I'm with my wife getting ready for bed. Usual married couple stuff, securing the house for the night, discussing what needs to be done in the morning, the kiss goodnight. My wife crawls in bed laying on her side. her back is to me, I'm leaning over to turn off the lights. My wife suddenly says something to me in Hebrew,"Od Yavo Shalom."
Suddenly, I feel a tightening in my chest and I cant breathe. With what breath I do have I'm muttering, "Od Yavo Shalom." I become aware of a sudden change in my surroundings. I'm lying against the rubble of a building foundation in the West Bank. Exactly where I was when this really happened. I'm thinking of Sarit and how life would unfold for us if I survive. Everything I have experienced, our divorce and remarriage, in this world is that moment. Everything. Then I feel a deep pain and loss of her. My breathing becomes more haggard then stops, then darkness. Then I wake up. [ 11-30-2003: Message edited by: Aquinas ]
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Lashanna wrote, obviously thinking too hard:
I heard that in that Batman Episode too...However, I think I can read in dreams...
But it might be true...
I look at things with writing on them, and know what they say, but I'm not sure if I've ever been able to focus on characters.
Hehe, I was concerned about that myself, but I studied it very, very carefully. I am 100% sure I am reading the words like words, seeing individual letters for what they are, and not just seeing random gibberish and 'knowing' what it is.
Curious to see if it is true and it is 'impossible' to read in your dreams. Would also like to see what else supposedly can and can't be done in dreams, just so I can go out and try to do what they say you can't
The people to brought me out of the tomb were dressed like cardinals (with the black and red robes and hats) and told me to stay out of direct sunlight (that or I found that sunlight burned my skin, which was ice cold btw) They gave me black and gold robes that were the same style as the Pope's. Then they told me that I was going to succeed him.
I was confused the next morning.
Then are always the dreams where I realize that I can fly, so I spend the rest of the dream foing so. For some reason, me and the other people in my dream find this perfectly normal, even though they can't fly themselves.
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Aquinas had this to say about (_|_):
Since I've gotten remarried, I've had a recurring dream. The dream is about something that happened when we were married the first time around.I'm back in the IDF with my unit in the West Bank during one of the uprisings, the sametime my wife and I were considering divorce. Sparing details we got caught near an explosion, I caught the brunt off to the side. Taking shrapnel under my vest via the arm opening to the side of the chest. Thankfully, I survived the encounter. This is where the recurring dream picks up:
I'm with my wife getting ready for bed. Usual married couple stuff, securing the house for the night, discussing what needs to be done in the morning, the kiss goodnight. My wife crawls in bed laying on her side. her back is to me, I'm leaning over to turn off the lights. My wife suddenly says something to me in Hebrew,"Od Yavo Shalom."
Suddenly, I feel a tightening in my chest and I cant breathe. With what breath I do have I'm muttering, "Od Yavo Shalom." I become aware of a sudden change in my surroundings. I'm lying against the rubble of a building foundation in the West Bank. Exactly where I was when this really happened. I'm thinking of Sarit and how life would unfold for us if I survive. Everything I have experienced, our divorce and remarriage, in this world is that moment. Everything. Then I feel a deep pain and loss of her. My breathing becomes more haggard then stops, then darkness. Then I wake up.
Sounds like some serious emotional stuff goin on.
Anywho, this is not quit a recent dream, but I can't recall one for now.
My great aunt had died over eightteen years ago. Not only she haunts my dreams, I also dreamt about her house.
My entire family and I gathered at my dying aunt's bed. She look at me and gave me a parchment. "Take this to my lawyers, this is my new will. Be quick about it or it mat be too late". I took the parchment and was about to leave, but a nagging feeling came to me. It hit me as I turned around and said, "Did you die a long time ago"? I asked. My aunt smiled at me and said "Yes I did, but go on do your...".
Dream didn't end there. I walked out the door and found myself in the middle of downtown Detroit. My version of Downtown Detroit. I wandered around aimlessly searching for Brown and Brown attorney. I seem to turn out to be one of the "wander around aimlessly and can't find the place" dream. Then I stopped I started to remember some of the landmarks where to place might be. It was between a shop that had properganda posters plastered on it's windows, and I can't remember what was the other. As I was about to enter the B&BA the scene shifted, and I was carrying a huge file in my hands. The file dropped and a huge pile of paper and other junk appeared. I was trying to shovel the papers back into the file, when an old couple walked by and said. "It's amazing that one woman would keep this much trash". I replied "You wouldn't believe what junk people buy on E-bay".
A thought occured to me, saving this pile of junk is not my objective. So I found the parchment and tried to find another way to B&BA. By the way I had also dreamt about B&BA before. So I referred to that dream to try and find it that way. It was on third floor right next to a food court. I found it right away, and sucessfully completed my task. dream ended.
Really I did dream that. BTW when I try to lucid dream I usually wake.
Oh no, does this mean I'm a furry?
