should be good....I will start

aight I'm assuming this comes from me playing Resident Evil 5 a lot, but mine starts with me as a Predator trying to escape rebels in a slum somewhere in Africa. I always have these dreams where I'm trying to run but can never pick up speed but sometimes if I concentrate hard enough, I can leap for the length of a football field. I could probably only do that in this dream because I was a Predator. Anyway, I escape the rebels and approach a huge Yacht docked at a huge river. I get on the yacht and there is another predator with a leg wound. He is yelling his head off at me as I board. I realize the wounded predator is actually ok and I lock myself and the captain in the cockpit so we can get the yacht up river without any distractions from other brutal predator. I look out the cockpit window and see the predator sitting down with one of the yacht crew members. All of the sudden he whips out the claw blade and swipes homeboy's head clean off. "HE CUT HIS HEAD OFF," I say. The predator jumps off the back of the yacht and activates his self destruct bomb. It doesn't go off until we are a good 2 miles from him. The bomb going off in the water sends multiple gigantic waves down the river towards the yacht....the yacht capsizes, I try to kick the door open but I wake up...I'm a pussy ass predator

i had one last night where this guy in high school that i knew, and never saw again, saw me on the street and asked me where another guy was. i told him i didn't know. so, he asked if i wanted to smoke weed. i told him no. so then he starts pulling apart this sandwich and starts smoking it. i'm just like "uh, maybe i should leave." so for some reason i can't leave than another guy comes and starts smoking the sandwich with him. so i'm thinking 'this is crazy' and start looking at the sandwich. the only thing inside was spinach. then i wake up to 2gnc since it was 6 and i had to wake up.

i rather have some weird dream than the ones i had a few monthes ago where i was in an empty house and people were commiting suicide.

in my dream, there was this redhaired cunt of a girl that i despise. she wasnt a real person, but i knew instantly that i hated her. she wanted to go fishing with me, so her and some dude drove up to my house (which was a shack in the woods) so we could go fishing. she was very angry when i told her i didn't have a fishing pole, so we drove back to her place to get one. when we got there, there was a reunion or party of some sort so the whole fishing thing was forgotten about and we were there at the party. somehow i knew that she hired two guys to spy on me and they put something in my drink. whatever it was made me have to go to the bathroom real bad. so i went into the bathroom and had diarrhea, but it somehow got all over the walls. i was trying to clean it but it just kept getting worse. then i washed my hands in the sink but it wasnt helping, shit was just getting all over me, my arms, the mirror. when i looked in the mirror i noticed i had a firemans helmet on.

then someone tried to come into the bathroom. they opened the door (it opened outside facing the party) and there i was standing there, with my pants around my ankles, covered in shit, wearing a firemans helmet. everyone at the party was staring at me. thats all that happened.

i had some crazy dreams that i was in some rap videos. i'm thinking it's because i was listening to the game diss songs on currrrtis.

Also, had this one a long time ago where instead of the vaccinations we got in school, the nurses had everyone lined up in the cafeteria, and took every boys pants down, taped their weiner to their stomach while everyone watched. Like, flip the weiner up like you have it in your belt, add tape around weiner and belly, voilà.

i had a dream with Brad Dexter and Wes Richardson in it.
We were walking around Salisbury and we worked together but we werent working and then I said 'guys in 6pm and I didnt go to my race today' and i was SUPER bummed.
Then we all bought a car and instantly had buyers remorse. IT was one car, not 3 cars for three people.

other random stuff happened, i dont know. thats all i really remember

beauty opposite:it's just me and and a castle and i gotta fight like a thousand wizards, and the only way to beat em is to punch em as hard as i can in their faces.

nah seriously i have the most bizarre dreams ALL the time, but the weirdest thing that probably ever happened to me was i had a dream and it was one of those dreams that you wake up you remember every little detail. i though that the dream would make a great narrative or short story. a couple years later i saw a movie that is literally the same thing/same idea.

at first i thought you were talking about this:


but i dont think you were.

akira kurosawa's "dreams" is an amazing piece of work

I had a dream I got denied on a credit card I've applied for. I'm not going to be able to help but sweat the next couple of days til I find out. I woke up instantly pissed

the fox wedding dream is real dope.

I dreamt last night that Prince and Michael Jackson were trying to put together a stage show to go on tour together. Well Michael kept screwing up so the producer got everyone together to talk about it and Prince lunged at Michael Jackson to fight him and michael jackson broke down in tears.

also, mike was a beautiful chocolate brown man.

wild.

Damn that sounds fun. I wish I had fun in my dreams. I think I suppress a lot of stress or something.

Garrett:i dont remember everything,but i'll try to do what i can

i was with someone, dont know who, and we went to a restaurant to have some lunch. On the side of the restaurant was this ratty shack and there were these shady characters there. It was like District 9, they didnt speak my language but we could communicate and they ate trash.
The restaurant would throw their garbage out and then these people would get it and re-sell it as their own restaurant.

Koger was their leader.
He had a really thick Russian accent too.

And then there was this big thing with the Predator, you know, like the movies. Yeah, the dude was chasing me and I was trying to live. And it was a game, I had to last so long in a city with him to win and it was getting down to less than a minute to go and I was freaking out cause he was getting closer and closer and having more problems hiding from that shoulder gun he has.

And then he caught me and I was trying to trick him and get free and he was pretty much a moron. And he had a ink pen that had two buttons on the top - one for the pen and one was for a welder. and I welded his helmet to his shoulders so he couldnt move his head. And then I cut his hands off but then he had mechanical ones installed like Star Wars.

That is my dream.
I recently, saturday, watched District 9
And I recently watched, for the first time, Star Wars (the luke i am your father one)
ANd then yesterday I watched two things on History Channel about the Star Wars movies.
I cant comment on Predator other than those are awesome movies.

russian accent and my own trash restaurant? excellent.

had quite a dream last night, just terribly wierd and mean.

ok, quick backstory - for my 17th birthday my buddy carl stole something for me that i wanted. i didnt care then. but it was something called a SwissCard - its about 2 or 3mm think and holds a pair of scissors, a knife, a screwdriver, a file, a toothpick, a ink pen, a pair of tweezers, andthe unit has a ruler on it. its from the makers of the swiss army knife, go figure.
its awesome.

ok, the dream.
so i dreamt that i went to my house and there were some of my friends there and we had to bury something on the edge on the lawn. I dont remember what we were burying, but it was big. So this guy who use to be my neighbor came over and we were playing pranks on each other. started really light and jokingly and ended with him driving my truck off with the trailer attatched (which had bikes and stuff in it). So i wasnt worried about it, but I had to find it, knew it was somewhere in the neighborhood though.

So I start walking around the neighborhood looking for it and came upon these dudes that looked pretty shady, but I thought 'well never had any issues in past with them, we're probably ok'
So I walked up and said 'heyim looking for my truck and trailer, its blue truck, black enclosed trailer' and they got really shady. Asking what was in it etc.
So I started walking back to the house and now the truck was back home, but they were following me.
So I get to the truck, trying to stay calm and hope its nothing too bad.

I get in the truck and thats when they got hostile, requesting I exit the vehicle, they were going to be taking it and all inside of it (and the trailer).
So I didnt have time to get my gun, they were right there and I didnt feel it was a smart choice to start digging for something. So I grabbed that swisscard and stuck it in my pocket.
Then I pulled the knife out of it, which is a small knife, maybe 2" at most.
So Im holding the knife, they cant see it, and the leader of the group starts to get in my car, I ask him to please not do this.
He continues.
So I start stabbing everyone, there was three of them.
I stab, go to next, stab, go to next stab. And the start over.
I cant waste too much time per person cause then someone might recover and harm me.
So I just start slashing and stabbing.
ANd two of the dudes peace out real quick, they've had enough. And the leader was wanting to leave as well, but i wouldnt let him, I couldnt. In my mind he had to pay for his crappy attitude and life. So I kept stabbing and cutting.
I cut his cheeks off.
I carved things in his forehead.
I did anything I could think of to make him suffer.
And then I drove off, and headed to a race.

And then I was at this gas station and two dudes approached me.....
This time i was in the back of my pathfinder at the toolbox and had a much larger knife.
They wanted the truck and the trailer, they were hijacking me for my stuff. They'd seen what all was inside when i was checking on things.
They had a gun (two dudes, one gun). I told them that they need to give me the gun and leave.
They didnt. So i attacked.
And I just stabbed and slashed until I was out of energy. They werent moving anymore, just moaning. I cut their cheeks off too.

And then the cops came, I gave my statement and went on to my race.
And then I woke up.
I dont know why I dreamt of cutting cheeks off. I guess cause its one horrible thing, cutting massive chunks of skin off.....of someones face. Jesus.
Im a nice guy, this isnt normal thoughts for me at all.

i dreamt i was hanging out with this girl and she was terrible.
she had some dude moved in with her and she was like 'we about done? i got a date tonight' and i was just super bummed out
she was just super rude, not like herself at all, and she was hooked up with some dude but yet didnt think to tell me that before i rolled down there to hang out.

last night i had a dream that i was with all of my friends. like ALL OF THEM. it was awesome.
And then i had to fight Xav......and I didnt want to.
And he wasnt into it either, but everyone was pumped for us to fight.
and it sucked

we didnt fight.
i went to this old school where someone had bought it and were putting on shows there, in the basement they were renting out little apartments. Erik lived in one. I drank some water from the tap and vomited on his floor.

oh shit that vespa dream reminds me of a dream with a motorcycle, i'll have to think about it more to remember exactly what happened, i'll post it later.


i had a dream a few nights ago i was in this big office/hotel type building. i saw a star from mario sitting on a desk (i've been playing a lot of super mario world), so i touch it and i start turning crazy colors like in mario when you get a star. then i started walking around touching people and as soon as i would touch them they would slouch over and die. then an alarm went off and i ran out of a side exit. when the star power ran off, i walked inside the building and everyone was talking about "the killings" and my boss walked into a room, then walked out and looked directly at me and said "we have really good video surveillance of the killings", but didnt say anything about it being me. then i woke up.

my dream last night was this...

i was at a live demonstration/infomercial taping thing. it was gordon ramsay selling this thing that looked like the magic bullet, but it was only the cup part with the screw on blade part and apparently you're supposed to use it in the microwave. it was full of what looked to be capers. gordon said something along the lines of "in terms of flavor the microwave is what works best" and then some lady says "so in other words the term 'burst' is akin to mother teresa"

i wake up.

that guy:so the vespa dream of mine, i can only remember bits and pieces because it was a long time ago but here's what i can remember:

i was in china riding on the back of a vespa or motorcycle thing. we were being chased by a bunch of police cars. there were chinese words painted all over the ground. i didnt like the person in front of me and didnt want to be in the situation in the first place. we lost the cops while driving down chinese highways and i think we may have crashed and slid but didnt get injured. the person tried to inject me with something in this syringe. i grabbed his hand and twisted his wrist so he injected himself, but the needle scratched me so we were both affected. we started to get really really really fat and our skin was bubbling. then all of my extra fat melted off my body and i was regular again, except i had huge, perky breasts.

You're turning me on.

in response to kenan:

i had this dream last night where i was at some restaurant with my co-workers and I had braces...at one point I felt my lower jaw being pulled forward almost to the point of it coming completely off. I tried to open my mouth in front of a mirror and looked back and two molars on my lower set of teeth snapped off. I just remember being in excrutiating pain for like 15 minutes while some force was pulling my lower jaw out....shit sucked. I probably owe that to the huge jaw surgery I had about 7 years ago.

i had a dream last night that an old friend of mines really hot MILF mother wanted me to be with her just to take care of me like i was 4 or something. she would cook and clean for me.. nothing sexual. we would go to the grocery store and other random things.

i had a dream last night that my car ran out of gas on the way to work, maybe two miles. car shuts off and everything, as though my key is on and its rolling, but no engine. i think "damn, well i could at least make it to work".
car rolls for 2 miles, im anxiously thinking its gonna lose steam anytime, but it makes it all the way into my parking space.
then when i get out, co worker brad steps out the door as im walking in and says something along the lines of "you let your car run out of gas?? im disappointed, youre fired". so then i dont know what im gonna do, i got no gas in my car, and i have no job now. i go around back and take one of the 4-6 horses that are just lounging, no fence or anything, by the dumpster behind my work. IRL, there are no horses. i ride off, horse is going like 60 mph and its no big deal, and wake up as i turn on 311 from business 220.

but i wasnt high in my dream, is it still irresponsible? :) ive never ridden a horse either, so that was probably a bad idea too

Ok, I had an odd one last night.
There were a lot of little parts to it, and I dont remember how they transitioned from one to the other, but here are the parts.
- walking through an airport and i know everyone in there, but none of them know me or notice me or anything.

-david stith is there. and we're walking through this airport and there is a sign with three words on it, the words are written on top of each other. i mean, they arent beside of each other like in a sentence.
anyway, by some odd occurance the words had letters in them that when lined up were letters in the word 'anarchy'
and someone had scratched into the sign the other four letters in the word. we found it funny and were going to take a picture of it but I couldnt keep my hands steady at all, all pictures came out blurry. and then david kept saying 'well forget that, just take a picture of me!' and he just kept on and kept on.

-laura allen was there. you know, lauratiny on mis-one.com and she was at the exit. and so I walked out and there was laura and so we talked for a few minutes and then she started making this really big and messy salad. when i say big i mean HUGE. Like the size of a large pizza. And she was just throwing the stuff together and it was messy and it quickly became gross cause of what she was putting in it (tons of blue cheese crumbles and fish and just wierd stuff i dont want to eat) and so I told her that i was not going to have any. And so we're still standing at this exit and she pulls out a gun from the Nintendo and starts playing duck hunt. And so I join in, and its awesome.

-and then I am with my friend larry and we are driving around. We're in my truck and Im driving but ask him if he'd like to drive and he says yes, so we pull over to change drivers. He gets in and the gas light comes on. We're heading one direction, but a quarter mile away in the opposite direction there is a gas station and its a BP and I have my fathers BP card. So I say 'hey man, right there is a gas station, go there' and he starts flipping out and talking about how its not on the way and its not efficient etc etc etc
So i say 'screw this, Im driving' and he pulls over and we go to that gas station. He gets more pissed. So he leaves. I dotn know where he went, but we werent friends anymore.

Jacob DB:I had a pretty interesting dream a few nights ago. Designer and Never In Life went on a golf tournament. Aaron wore a huge teal fuzzy sweater and shot a perfect score, beeson never made one hole, derrick was the driver which was three golf carts strung together, lee used his bass as a club, corey looked like one of the ZZtop twins, and hueston fell in the pond.

It's not bowling. There is no perfect score in golf.

Dream flawed.