The dream thread

[Qwynegold]

I was taking a really long time deciding which three flavors of icecream to have on my cone, so they made me take 5 of them even though I only ate three. One of them was "milk" flavored, which I guess is vanilla.

Umm... vanilla is a plant. "Milk" ice cream would likely be even blander.

But this is dream logics...

[Astraios]

I was a clone of Harry Potter, created by Voldemort's magic. Harry and his gang had turned to the dark side and it was my job to bring them "safely" to Voldemort's hiding place so that he could slowly turn them into his servants. The hiding place happened to look, on the outside, exactly like the house of one of my childhood friends, but inside it was different.

The dream began with us all ('us' was the original Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and Luna Lovegood) hiding in a field near to this house, watching out for the dogs who patrolled its borders. I decided that we should make a dash for the house, so we did, but we got spotted by a dog because Ginny was too slow. It came and blocked our way, growling, but when it recognized me it vaporized itself and went away.

So we crept into the house - I of course was only feigning fear - and found it all laid out as if ready for guests. Then they got to the kitchen, where they went unknowingly through a trap set by Voldemort which cast a spell on them making them obedient to him. Then he appeared inside a column of green and red smoke, and scared them about a bit, and somehow during the whole process of scaring, he explained to them everything about being in hiding and how they are his now.

The dream skipped forward to a bit later, and everyone was in their shared bedrooms unpacking their magically shrunk suitcases. I went downstairs into the kitchen, where Voldemort was waiting, and he promptly grabbed me, pushed me up against the kitchen cabinets, and fucked me (he was disguised as an ordinary person at this point, so it wasn't like having sex with a grey, bald, noseless creep, but more like having sex with a sexy guy).

Then it was bedtime, and I went up to the room me, the real Harry and Hermione were sharing (apparently Harry and Hermione are a couple). They wanted to have a threesome with me, so we went outside into the garden, so as not to disturb the others, laid out some blankets, and got naked. I however couldn't get hard (unsurprisingly), and all I did was half-heartedly bite Hermione's nipples. Then we collectively decided that it was a waste of time, and so we got out a magical boardgame and began to play that instead.

Eventually, the others came outside too, and joined us. We all knew we shouldn't be using magic outside where we could be seen, but we thought we were being careful enough by hiding the board underneath the blankets. It got lighter, and the Muggles floating along the road to work (they had no cars, they just floated like floating zombies) became more numerous, and eventually we had to go back inside. I asked Voldemort where the others could hide their magic wands/toys/games/etc., and he took the boardgame off me, and said, "Follow me," when no one was looking.

He took me into his own bedroom, which was strictly off-limits to the others, and chucked it in a plastic box half-full with other magical items that me and him had stolen from other people. I laughed, because it was fun to deceive the great Harry Potter in this way, and went back to the others, who were having a massive argument because Luna had been caught looking at Ginny's underwear.

Then I woke up.

It was extremely good fun, but the nipple-biting thing was a bit weird. While I have no idea what boobs actually feel like, I didn't really like how they felt in this dream.

[linguoboy]

Crazy extensive dream. I was apparently both (a) psychic (specialising in telekinesis) and (b) a member of a biological research team. We were studying birds (or, rather, one particular ultra-rare bird) on a near-polar island and then found ourselves dumped into a desert while part of the team chased some other critter. A search for a cool interior led us to a community centre of sorts which had seen better days, but I was delighted to discover that the entire floor of the main lounge was a game board and I knew the game. I've already forgotten the name, but essentially it was a race game of coconut gathering set on a South Seas island where you have to avoid piles of guano. And because of this setting, instructions were given in Fijian and Maori as well as Polish, Finnish, and English. (I can't remember if it was created in Poland and marketed to Finland or vice-versa.) Some of these were even printed quintilingually right on the floor

[Qwynegold]

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Hah, another Harry Potter dream! Although, what the hell?!

[Astraios]

Although, what the hell?!

That was my reaction when I woke up and realized I'd dreamt about biting Hermione Granger's boobs.

[dhok]

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But did Dumbledore's iPod turn into Marty McFly's time machine?

[Astraios]

But did Dumbledore's iPod turn into Marty McFly's time machine?

Alas, no. That sounds awesome though.

[Qwynegold]

Although, what the hell?!

That was my reaction when I woke up and realized I'd dreamt about biting Hermione Granger's boobs.

That's not the only weird thing.

[TomHChappell]

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[linguoboy]

IRL do you speak any of either Fijian or Maori?

Nope. I guessed Fijian based on obvious Polynesianity and the presence of v, which I suppose means it could just as well be Tahitian. I was more certain about the Maori identification, though I'm no longer sure why.

[TomHChappell]

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[Bristel]

That dream just screams "make me into a conworld!".

[TomHChappell]

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[Shm Jay]

Hermione Granger's boobs??

Anyway, I dreamt I was reading this board and I saw posts by Pthag (atheist) (i.e. Pthag changed his name).

[dunomapuka]

I dreamt of 17th-century English colonists disputing the etymology of an Iroquois toponym. One guy thought it meant one thing, but the other guy broke it down and showed that it meant something else.

[dunomapuka]

I was at somebody's house in Connecticut, maybe a vacation property. I had brought some booze with me for my visit, but had left it there, and the man of the house had drank all the leftovers (so his wife explained to me) and had instantly become an alcoholic. I felt a little guilty, though rationally I knew it wasn't really my fault.

Then I was trying to catch the A train to get back to Brooklyn. While on the train I had the feeling that I had entered a Marx Brothers movie. It was an elevated line, and they made us get off at one stop to wait for the next train. We were seated precariously on a slanted bench right at the platform edge, with no railing, so that if we leaned back, we'd fall over the edge. Fortunately, I could see the next train on its way.

The guy on my right was drinking a 16oz. can of malt liquor, like maybe a Colt 45, and he nudged me, gesturing that he wanted me to pass it to the pretty young woman seated to my left (she looked like some kind of film noir cinema babe, in a trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat). I passed the drink to her, and she took a swig and said, "Give my thanks to that kind gentleman." So I passed it back to him, and told him she said thanks, and he tipped his hat with a slight bow.

[Shm Jay]

We were seated precariously on a slanted bench right at the platform edge, with no railing, so that if we leaned back, we'd fall over the edge. .

But isn't that exactly like the station on Smith & 9th St? That station always gave me the creeps because it was so high up and at such a weird angle.

[Nortaneous]

I just remembered that I had a dream last night where I spontaneously developed the ability to suck my own dick, but I don't remember anything else from that dream.

[ná'oolkiłí]

I dream about being able to suck my dick a lot too =S

[Astraios]

I used to be able to do it, but I can't any more. Boo for growing up and inflexibilizing.

My dreams just now were another couple of odd ones.

First, I was in a city somewhere that I have a vague feeling might have been Mogadishu. It was just before the fighting broke out there, and I was an armed policeman along with my sister, and we were escorting a load of white people away before they got killed. We took a helicopter to a place, and my sister shot someone who was shooting at us - I remember feeling impressed at her markswomanship. Then we got the white people off the helicopter and into a bus, got in the bus too, and drove off to the airport, and most of the rest of the dream involved looking at the pretty scenery and trying make a screaming baby calm down. Towards the end, a red kangaroo (don't know what it was doing in Africa) hopped out in front of the bus, so we had to swerve hard to avoid it, but we swerved so hard that my window fell open and I fell out of it onto the side of the road. I told the bus to go without me, and then the kangaroo looked at me challengingly, as if to say, "I can jump higher than you can." I jumped into the air to prove it wrong, and just kept rising, until eventually I was in orbit. Then I started coming back down, but I'd jumped so far upwards that by the time I was coming down the Earth had spun around on its axis and I was going to land in the USA. I pointed my feet at Los Angeles, out of some gut instinct or other, and landed behind a building, to find a member of my superhero team dusting himself off too. He said, "Oh, hi! Same landing place, huh?", laughed, and then we had to run because he was being chased by bad guys. Then I woke up.

After that, I went back to sleep, and dreamt I was some kind of a white hamster, that was being kept prisoner by a small child living in an Edwardian mansion, and I desperately wanted to escape, and I managed to creep under the floorboards and get into the garden, where I promptly found myself being stalked by a large cat. It pounced, and I woke up again.

I don't want to go to Mogadishu, or become a hamster. Ever.

[ratammer]

Last night's dream followed one of the usual patterns I get - I'm in school, I've made a mistake and desperately need to correct it, but I'm finding it impossible to work out which way to go because the school is so maze-like - but the part of the dream I think is most notable is that, while trying to find a shirt (the problem this time was that I wasn't fully dressed), I specifically thought something like "It's really annoying that this is actually happening and it isn't a dream." That's right, my dream self was annoyed that it wasn't a dream.

[King of My Own Niche]

I dream about that a lot; the school always seems to be based off of my middle school, which was based off of a pod system, with the aesthetics of my current high school. Luckily, the sprawling architecture and poor building design made "getting lost" an acceptable excuse for not going to your classes. Unfortunately, it also amplified the panic I get when I can't remember which classes I signed up for and I keep running around trying to find the right class.

[King of My Own Niche]

It all started as I was driving cross-country with my cousin's fiance so we could get to their wedding, oh, and we were all Latino. *shrug*. Anyway, we're driving and in true rom-com fashion we start falling in love, despite the fact we were driving her to get married! Well, it's not as if I could help it, I'm just so charming, ;and my sudden Latin heritage made me a veritable Don Juan. We finally are ready to admit our true feelings for each other at some sort of weird cave... pool when I find sudden pressing and urgent business behind a column.

When I return, she's Selena Gomez. At that point the dream started to break down and I woke up.

[Astraios]

Bloody hell. That dream was actually horrifying.

I was back at university, and my boyfriend was there. We were in the building where I lived last year, with some random people (finlay and vampireshark's Mushu were there too), sitting and chatting about nothing in particular. Then somehow we became aware that in the room next to us was the leader of a huge terrorist group. We couldn't call the police/military, however, for what reason I have no idea, and after a lot of difficult arguing and shouting, along with all the other people in the building, who had also become aware of the terrorist and had come downstairs to try and think of what to do, it was decided that we should make a bomb and blow up the terrorist ourselves. Anddd it was my boyfriend who volunteered to go and do the act. So after it had all been made ready and everyone had moved out of the building, I had to sit with him for the last time, go with him to the terrorist's room, and just watch him blow himself up. After that happened (somehow the explosion hadn't got the spot I was standing on), I walked out of the burnt-out building with its collapsed walls and the smell of burning flesh, and had to try and pass a normal rest-of-the-day with the other people who were there.

I don't think I've ever been so traumatized by a dream, ever.


EDIT: I still can't get the image of how his face looked as he was pressing the button on the bomb, and how perfectly realistic it all was (except for the me not being affected by it even though I was standing right next to him). Literally, I could see pieces of him tearing apart as it exploded, and bits of instantly burnt shrapnel flying everywhere and the flames rushing out in a cloud... Ach. Make the pictures go away.

[pharazon]

I dream about being able to suck my dick a lot too =S

~yoga~