I still get many of my better story ideas from my sleep.
Talking of Michelangelo.
- The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
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Nicholas |
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Well, you all know I'm a pretty fanatical writer, so, sometimes I do. I used to do it a lot back in junior high and high school. Kept a separate dream journal and everything.
I still get many of my better story ideas from my sleep. In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo. - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot |
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Texas Republic Agent |
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No, I don't remember ever recording my dreams. I just told them to various friends of mine, my dog, hoping they'd remember for me.
Well, I had myself a strange dream last night. I found myself dressed in fatigues, standing in a room that had a very laboratory-like feel to it. A very antiseptic feeling all around. Bright, white lights on the ceiling. Strange machines with wires and pumps protruding out of them. It was something from the future. There was a door slanted forward from bottom to top, which opened as I approached. Then I was walking down a hexagonally-shaped hallway with metal grating on the floor. I couldn't see anybody else. I tried to be quiet about it, walking very slowly, but there were always the soft clinks of my boots against the metal. I came to another door a few meters down, already open. I saw a bed inside this room, and I stepped in. It was like the first room where the dream had started, except for the presence of something on the bed. It seemed to me to be simply a fleshy, pink, and narrow stick. But somehow I knew it was my father. I dragged a machine on wheels up to the bed, and stuck two prongs from it into the stick. Then the stick grew vertebra, and I saw a body forming. It was something else, not human, like a cartoon. The head started forming, and I saw it was nothing more than a black sphere with jagged openings for mouth and eyes. The torso was a black mass as well. It started talking to me in an old, crackled voice, telling me about how it'd been imprisoned by the scientists, and thanking me for saving it. It looked nothing like my real father, and yet I just knew it was him. All of a sudden, people dressed up like scientists burst into the room, shouting at me to stop. Two of them pinned my arms to my sides. I kept kicking but another two grabbed my feet. The man on the bed was formed down to his waist, and then one of the scientists approached with an ax and chopped his torso in half. Pink juice splashed out of it, and onto the floor. I was screaming expletives all the way. My father, however, continued talking to me. The scientist seemed frustrated. Then I saw my dog, sitting on the floor beside the bed, with a handheld video game machine in his paws. I was so happy, for I thought that it was my dog who had managed to keep my father alive through the video game. The dog was very pleased with himself, and smiling. He was speaking English, telling me "I did it! I did it!" and I looked down at what he was doing, but then I realized that it was simply a game. It appeared that he was playing a flight simulator, and he had succeeded in completing a mission... I didn't know what to say. The scientist with the ax then raised it once more and threw it down on my father's head, chopping it in half, above the mouth. I was so angry, I started yelling at my dog, who still seemed so pleased with himself at the game, and who never once turned to look at me, so absorbed in his game he was. The scientists were pleased with themselves too, and my father had since stopped talking. That was the end. |
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Nicholas |
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Wow. Hmm ... wow. Give me a week or two and I'll try to have it analyzed.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo. - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot |
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Alia |
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Damn... that sounds like something out of a movie. But I guess they have to get their ideas from somewhere too.
And at the opposite end of the creative yet disturbing dream scale, a week ago or so I dreamt my cat got himself stuck in our toilet. He is getting pretty chunky... |
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Texas Republic Agent |
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'owdy folks
Today, I experienced a dream that actually made me write a bulleted list about it so I wouldn't forget. I figured I should just record it here though, so I finally turned on this computer again... I dreamt that my city was destroyed in a most menacing, weather-related disaster of sorts. Started out as a dream that would've normally been kind of pleasant. I was in a cube-shaped building, perhaps 20 stories tall, on the top floor which was an observation deck covered all the way around by window panes. I was observing my city for a chat with a friend of mine. It was a sunny day, I could see all the smaller, light gray buildings dotting the ground below, the shoreline at the end of the city, and standing not too far away from the shore was a very tall skyscraper. This skyscraper was under construction, with only a light blue metallic skeleton erected, but I remembered it was something grand. Like everyone was looking forward to its completion. It started raining mildly hard, but the sun was still bright. My friend and all the people around us on the observation deck of the building started grumbling. I remember my friend kept voicing his annoyance about how the rain always spoiled his days. I remained the sole cheerful entity there, but I remember I was experiencing an unmistakable feeling of dread at how I had to force myself to say out loud that "It's still a beautiful day!!" We continued observing for a minute before the dark clouds began covering the sky. Suddenly there were dark clouds rising out of the ocean beyond the distant shoreline. Then the clouds were slowly bubbling up on the streets below, swerving in between the buildings, filling every gap, and steadily rising in altitude as well. People were starting to get scared. Still I remained the only cheerful person, and I told my friend "Hey... can't have rain without dark clouds, now can you?? This is most fitting." People started very loudly murmuring. Then I saw. About two miles away from where I stood, there was a funnel cloud rising out of the dark clouds on the ground itself. It was wider at the bottom, and smoothly decreasing in diameter at the top until it looked like a cloudy squid's arm. When it had grown to about two miles high, it started swaying back and forth, back and forth, and it reminded me of some mad animal. It started falling, slow and then fast. The entire funnel whipped itself down onto the ground at the base of the skyscraper that was under construction. A shockwave smashed into it, and the whole thing shattered. I was shocked. The noise was softened due to the glass panes that separated us from the outside. Everybody started screaming. The funnel smashed onto the ground close to where my building stood. The shockwave zoomed towards us, destroying every building in its way. I stared at it as it came for the building I was in, but it stopped inches away from us. The funnel smashed down three more times, shockwaves destroying everything. I put my head down as all the window panes shattered noisily. Then when I looked up, I saw that the city had been leveled. There were two other funnel clouds a long distance away doing the same work, lightning striking at random, like an apocalyptic vision of some sort. The clouds in the sky started clearing up. And then I woke. |
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Nicholas |
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Fascinating, and a riveting description at that. Did you notice the similarities between this apocalyptic dream and the one I had a couple of months back with the firestorm? My city was destroyed too.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo. - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot |
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Alia |
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Okay, I'm officially dedicating this thread to you, Tex. You all hear that?
I think if I had a dream like that, I'd be in a daze for a good part of the day. It reminds me of a couple of movies. Sorta like how the humans caused the destruction of the surface in the Matrix. Yes... I can relate almost anything to the Matrix. |
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Texas Republic Agent |
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Last night, I dreamt that I was in a certain party of individuals dedicated to protecting Bill Clinton from a gang of assassins wielding sniper rifles.
In a scene reminiscent of the busy streets from "Lost in Translation," my party and I sat in a black luxury sedan with Bill Clinton wedged in between myself and the actress Cameron Diaz in the backseat. In the front seats were two geeky-looking twins who reminded me of scaled-down versions of Bill Gates. We too had our sniper rifles and we leaned out the windows every now and then to fire at the assassins chasing us down on motorcycles. Bill Clinton was very funny. He just kept telling jokes, but sadly I can't remember any of them to repeat here. Meanwhile, there were many assassins, but the only one I could remember was the evil actress Shannon Doherty whose teeth sparkled silver every time she smiled her demonic smile at us. Anyway, eventually we got off the street and magically ended up in the forest. This was when I disappeared as an individual character and became the camera. They ran off into the deep woods, but one of the geeky twins thought he saw Doherty tracking us, so he took up his sniper rifle, and fired a shot. A man's voice then yelped "Owwwwwwwww!" The geek said "Whoops!" for he had shot a deer hunter, apparently. He quickly ran to rejoin the rest, and came upon them in a clearing within the forest. There on the ground, face down, was Bill Clinton. Dead. And standing above him was another actor dressed in a tuxedo. I couldn't tell for sure, but I think he was Timothy Dalton, one of them former James Bonds. He smiled as he stood above the former president, and said "Well, that's the end of him!! I didn't know what to make of it. Had we been betrayed? Don't know, but I woke up after that. |
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Texas Republic Agent |
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news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-...395505.stm
Japanese company developing a dream machine that should help users to create their own dreams and remember them too. |
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Alia |
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Those Japanese people - it's pretty amazing. I don't know if that would be a good thing... to be able to dream about whatever you wanted.
I had one of those dreams last night that leaves you with a funny taste in your mouth for the rest of the day. Kinda weird how it determines your mood as soon as you wake up. |
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