weird_dream cheer-up-emo-kid I only got three hours of sleep last night, but in that time I had a crazy dream. I dreamt that my grandma was a pothead and she smoked me up every morning and afternoon on this bus we were riding in. I think it was my school bus. it was weird. 020724 ... freakizh i dreamt of angelina jolie wearing that pink dress that has a no shoulders and huge cleavage. and she wanted to fuck me. ... hey. that wasn't weird. that was totally HOT. 020724 ... phil today 020729 ... kerry two nights ago i dreamed that my mother and i went to a concert and got high off the smoke from someone else's pot. and later my dad and i were walking around and later driving in his old 1941 Plymouth and he gave me this big bag of pot. and he was laughing and we were acting like normal, like my dad gives me pot all the time. heh heh. 020811 ... log burning fire fuck this today shit. explain it or what good is it? mystery is good for who? life is so fucking short. 020811 ... squint Last night Bobby picked me up in a van and I passed him a mix cd I made because I knew he would like it and it said "dreams are our only reality" and he didn't notice. We were going to pick up paste! but instead stopped at bobbys imaginary apartment and ClairE was waiting there listening to peices of paper in a Cd player a n d I was upset because paste! would be expecting us and bobby and clairE were too busy giggling together. yep. true dream. blather_dream. weird. 020811 ... eddie monster you wouldn't understand 020811 ... jane aren't they all? i mean, have you ever had a boring dream? i guess it wouldn't be boring to you, though... i mean, how many times have we all heard, "dude, i had the weirdest dream last night!!" and then they start telling you this long story that's really interesting in their head 020812 ... Boymansonbowie I had a dream that Cheech and Chong were throwing spiders at me and my family. Then I sold them a lid so they would stop, and they put on tutus and sang us all songs. 020812 ... eddie monster yo that shit was funny i had this dream i was a cowboy in the tub with two lesbians and i had this big dildo with like this sifon device on it. i would fuck them with it and then when they were all wet and sloshy i would pull the plunger back and suck up like gallons of their honey. i'd pull the plunger out and they'de get under it like the money shots you see in the movies and i'd spray with this giant dildo full of their honey and theyed flip their hair and roll their eyes in extasy. i was yelling yee haw and all that shit. i think i watched young guns or some western ass shit that night. fucked up huh 020813 ... unhinged i miss hanging out with you. there was always so much anger but i could understand that. and we would sit in your living room and smoke by ourselves, watching weird ass t.v. or listening to fucked up music. i liked the solitude of it. so when i dreamed about you it concerned me a little bit. you were so angry; your mother had caught you smoking and you were fed up with your addictions. we were in the parking lot and you took out your bowl and smashed it on the ground. the glass made an obvious sound. i hope you are ok everett. i guess i'll find out soon enough. 020813 ... jenny sans dots The other night I had a very strange dream. Of the part I can remember, is as following. I was wearing an article of clothing that was like a shawl. But it was held at the bottom with wrought iron pieces like that would be on a piece of furniture. It made it stiff, like I was wearing a huge giant cone. I liked that I had something original, that no one else had. I wanted to go into a nearby store. I wanted to be seen in public in this creation. But my shawl felt like it was getting bigger and wider. I looked at the side of this object that I was clad in. I saw what looked like a wooden display shelf, with some kind of lights illuminating it. At that moment, I felt I couldn't face anyone in this bizarre outfit. That's all I can remember. 040411 ... misstree he had no skin. he was with me for more than one dream. 040411 ... jane a mummy was taking pictures of me but i was trying to get up to the attic to talk to the kids.... damn, i'll just stop there 040412 ... Strideo I had a weird dream last night. In my dream an old friend of mine who I hardly ever see anymore and I had to go over to some house to find some aliens and their co-conspirators. It was very much a dream in action movie mode. So we're at my friend's dad's house (sort of but it isn't really his dad's house) and we have guns and we need to pick a car to cruise on over to the alien hideout. There are a lot of old cars around in that sort of ambiguous dream like way where you know they were all there but you can't quite remember how they all fit in exactly when you wake up. I immediately choose a late sixties blue camaro because it would be pretty cool to use in this very action movie like dream. The camaro won't idle and we can't get it to work right. (sigh) In the end my friend picks the car he knows is working, an ugly mid-eighties boxy looking compact sedan. I put on some goofy sunglasses and we roll. I almost never wear shades in real life. So in a very movie like fashion we just show up at the house we were heading for without any driving in between. Nice going whomever is editing my dream! Now I'm wearing a Hawaiian shirt and plaid boxer shorts. WTF?! The house that we arrived at is a suburban split level near the edge of a lake in a neighborhood full of houses like it. I've never seen an area like this in or near my town in real life. So we walk up the stairs to the front door which is on the second floor and my friend goes to check the door knob and- Uh, okay now we're inside the house and apparently we've already checked out the rooms on the second floor? Bad editor! What's up with that? So we're about to go down the stairs and check things out. My friend has his gun ready as he stalks slowly down the stairs and I go to pull my own gun . . . . . . it's not there. I pat down my stupid Hawaiian shirt and plaid boxers. No gun! I ask my friend to wait. "Shhhh!" he casts an annoyed glance at me and I motion that I have no gun. He looks irritated at me so I whisper that I'll go out to the car and get it. But he says not to and he produces a small snub nose revolver and hands it up to me. Why does my dream insist on making me the clown? Anyways we go down the stairs and there's a door at the bottom that I don't remember going through but we did because we end up in a cramped hallway with lots of doors. At this point we split up and I go through a door that leads toward the back of the house. When I go through the door I catch some stunned looking man standing in the middle of the room and I've got the gun trained on him and I tell him to be quiet. The room is large but it feels like a cramped galley because there are cabinets and counter tops lining all the walls and even a little sink. There's a couch in the middle of the room and I can see the lake through a pair of sliding glass doors at the back of the room. I tell him to back up and suddenly I think I'm Jack Bauer because I've got the gun right in his face and I'm pushing him against the cabinets right by the little sink. I'm trying to question him with stuff like "Where are they? Tell me the answer!" although now that I'm not in the dream I don't really know why or exactly what information I was trying to gain. Then things get a little muddled. My friend is suddenly fighting someone around the corner. I somehow manage to shoot my captive killing him. My friend caught in the struggle with his attacker suddenly has a glass of water and he splashes it in the face of his assailant. Then the coolest part of the dream happens as the man's face turns to dark green jelly and he lets out a shrill gargled scream as green goo flings all over the place in his death throws. That's right. He was an alien and water kills the aliens. Sweet. So then my friend and I are heading back up the stairs and there is slime all over us and he worries about me because I've just killed a man. Apparently he's fine because killing aliens doesn't count. I say something about how I'm fine and the guy was a co-conspirator anyways and therefore our enemy. The dream is pretty much over then or at least I don't remember any more of it. ... 070630 ... Strideo I just remembered the movie where the aliens were vulnerable to water. It was Signs. Weird movie. Maybe that's where part of the dream came from except in my dream the alien guy looked human until the water melted his face. ... 070630 ... seg5 wet_dream 070701 ... zeke see: weird_weird_dreams 070701 ... Strideo also: strange_dreams ... 070702 ... Strideo and just for the heck of it: strange_weird_dreams ... 070702 ... swears the misfortune I had a dream about green_tires 070703 ... pete i used the context of my dream, strange dream, to determine that i was two hours late for work. waking with a start i went and tried to shave, but the hair kept regrowing. it was still pitch black out, though the time read as i deduced. i tried to shave again. only to wake with a start near dawn, checking three clocks all telling the 'actual' time, and then passed back to sleep, into that strange double world of timeless uncertainty and certain tardiness. 070704 what's it to you? who go blather from