Dreams!

[Cupcake]

The other night i had a dream that i was running REALLY fast.

i was on the freeway and i was just running. I'm not sure if i was running to something worth running to or if i was running from something really scary... but i was just running super super fast on this road and a car was trying to pass me but hehe it didn't work.

then when i woke up and i had this surge of energy and i kept moving.

i spent my entire yesterday just cleaning and workin my ass off trying to get the smoke of off my bathroom walls.

ugh it was horrible.

sometimes i just can't seem to fall asleep.

and i'm not sure if it's how i lay down or the fact that my feet are cold but oh well i sleep just fine usually.

but how are your sleeps? any cool dreams that you can remember?

[Simon Bar Sinister]

i spent my entire yesterday just cleaning and workin my ass off trying to get the smoke of off my bathroom walls.

why was there smoke on the walls?

[e-jewell]

I've had multiple dreams about having sex with demons... I don't know why. They always have a similar voice, gravelly and abyssal sounding. I'm thinking it was something I heard in a movie when I was younger.

In my most recent the 'demon' was human-looking. In fact he looked exactly like Lucius Malfoy, whom I have an unrequited crush on:

Except his hair was shorter, more of a ceaser-cut, and he was wearing a red robe.

Anyways, evidently this demon had young women over all the time, and he was amazing in bed. I just remember a fuzzy sort of part where I was immensely satisfied. I became frightened once, though, and wanted to get out of his home immediately, for some reason I can't recall. He lived in an enormous mansion. When I tried to run he made the carpets roll like waves and I tripped. I hid behind various large objects, including golden statues and beautiful velvet couches. He finally caught me though and I wasn't frightened anymore. He squeezed my ass and said I should go home, but be sure to come back. Then I woke up.

The last dream I had unrelated to demon-sex, which is usually the order of the day, was about.... zombies and turtle-sex. lol. It was so awesome. Excuse the run-on sentences, etc., if I wrote entirely legibly it'd be quite lengthy.

For some reason zombies had taken over the world, and it was up to me and my family to save everybody. I ventured down to Detroit in my car at the time, a blue escort, to obtain holiness crystals from a wiccan shop run by a pirate. They would be able to stop the zombies somehow.

But my car broke down in Detroit, and for some reason I got out of the car and called my father to come pick me up. He asked what had happened, and I told him the car was stomped flat like a pancake. Which it was. "Fucking blacks!" He screamed over the phone, then hung up to come get me. (No offense meant to our chocolate complexioned members). When he came to pick me up, he had my ex-stepmother and my biological brother with him (they had divorced long before this dream) and we decided the best way to fight the zombies, which were centered in the sewers, was through a restaurant basement.

So we went to the restaurant, and decided to split up. I took a path into the dark sewers, and was walking through a thin hallway with cages on either side, filled with zombies that couldn't harm me. I laughed at them. When I came to the end of the path, there was a huge pool I had to swim across to get to the door on the other side. There was a turtle in the water, and he could speak. We started having a conversation, and it turned out the turtle and I had quite a bit in common. He offered me a ride across the water, but one thing led to another and we ended up having sex.

Turtle sex in dreams is weird. I'd imagine it's quite different from turtle sex in real life. Anyways after we had sex I swam the rest of the way to the door, opened it, and then I woke up.

There was more to that dream but I can't quite recall it.

[Sparrow]

dreams about having sex with demons

I once read somewhere (Psychology Today?) that dreams are possibly training grounds for people to work out situations they could face in real life. Some scientists (or whatever) took a little mousey and wouldn't let him REM sleep (The part where you actually dream), they then set him out in a faux natural habitat, and apparently he sucked at being a mouse. He didn't run from grass to grass and was generally a failure at life. Apparently it was because he/she/it didn't get to practice in it's mind. Or maybe because it didn't get to sleep most of the time. If it was true, that would explain people knowing what to do in certain situations...

[e-jewell]

I once read somewhere (Psychology Today?) that dreams are possibly training grounds for people to work out situations they could face in real life. Some scientists (or whatever) took a little mousey and wouldn't let him REM sleep (The part where you actually dream), they then set him out in a faux natural habitat, and apparently he sucked at being a mouse. He didn't run from grass to grass and was generally a failure at life. Apparently it was because he/she/it didn't get to practice in it's mind. Or maybe because it didn't get to sleep most of the time. If it was true, that would explain people knowing what to do in certain situations...

AHHH So that must mean my soulmate is a hellspawned demon, and I'm just preparing for the wedding night.

Phew. I thought I was deranged for a second there.

[Punky]

its hard for me to remember all of my dreams. i remember them in flashes. i had a dream a couple nights ago where i was outside a house. it was like a party or something. i remember my jaw hurting really bad and I was running around this party looking for my boyfriend to ask him to take me to the dentist.

[taysteewonderbunny]

Hmm. I don't know if it will help me work anything out in real life, but one of my funnier and more recent dreams that I remember (and I don't remember too many) was from 2008. I dreamt I was naked and being spanked by Danny DeVito in the midst of a large crowd. I was so excited about meeting Danny DeVito, though, that I was totally unembarrassed about being naked. Instead, I kept yelling, "Hey, check it out! It's Danny DeVito, everybody! Danny f*ckin' DeVito!"

[Sparrow]

I dreamed I was in some sort of contest with River's Cuomo (Singer/main guy for Weezer) and The Queen of England as judges. And Rivers was playing with a baby while he was judging me. He doesn't have kids though...He didn't say much though. He was dressed in a train conductor outfit like he is in real life.

[Homicidalheathen]

Sex with demons...your a witch.

(at least thats what I read)

My kid has zombie dreams...

My dreams are lame and suck in comparision to these damn I need to get a (dream) life.

Just lost and wandering around...sometimes flying...thats usually how it goes...

Last dream sequence I had that I think I was astral traveling in I went to Afganistan to help some girl who was being abused...unsuccessfully...

I drempt the same dream 3x in a row then it stopped, and it felt different...

[Cupcake]

its hard for me to remember all of my dreams. i remember them in flashes. i had a dream a couple nights ago where i was outside a house. it was like a party or something. i remember my jaw hurting really bad and I was running around this party looking for my boyfriend to ask him to take me to the dentist.

lol that's kinda crazy!

last night i had a dream that um ouch my knee hurt and then i woke up and um it did lols

i love ya!

[jynxxxedangel]

Most of my dreams are either prophetic, NSFW, or worthy of being made into horror films.

[Cupcake]

Sex with demons...your a witch.

(at least thats what I read)

My kid has zombie dreams...

My dreams are lame and suck in comparision to these damn I need to get a (dream) life.

Just lost and wandering around...sometimes flying...thats usually how it goes...

Last dream sequence I had that I think I was astral traveling in I went to Afganistan to help some girl who was being abused...unsuccessfully...

I drempt the same dream 3x in a row then it stopped, and it felt different...

I used to have zombie dreams too. And it wasn't just the things that I watched on tv or movies or whatever. i think mostly it's because I used to play Residential Evil... but that's just a guess. Most of my dreams were just kind of weird like blurred visions of different colors, strange sounds like a dog snoring or a mouse bleeding. I don't know it was all pretty weird and my (multiple) therapists said that it was just a way of self expression.. or some shit lol.... i think they just said to make my mom feel better about the fact that they couldn't find anything wrong with me...

Oh well anywho i've been known to dream the same thing multiple nights on a row and each time it was a little different. Like my outfit was a different color or the time of day or night was different.

[jynxxxedangel]

Here is an account of my most-recurring dream. We had a "Nightmares," thread, quite a few months back, and most of this is copied and pasted from there:

I have this recurring dream that I have had since childhood; or, rather a recurring entire DREAMSCAPE...

The place I dream about has some places corresponding to real landmarks from my childhood. There are two places I dream about in particular, neither of which are real, as far as I know. The one is a bizarre little town square at the bottom of a huge hill which is at the crossing of two large 6 lane highways. The town square encircles a hillock that is a LARGE cemetery.

There are many shops there in that little town, two of which I remember very well. One is a coffee bistro, of which I have been a patron; sitting and sipping, looking across the street at that cemetery. The other is a secondhand store, where I have spent hours in dreams, sifting through racks of clothing (though I always wake up before I actually purchase anything!)

The cemetery in the center of town square is really old, and has a lot of strange monuments. Some of the graves have a glass see-through tops where one can see the well-preserved bodies of the people inside.

At the top of the hillock, there is an entrance to a sandstone catacombs, which has a sort of funeral parlour inside at the entrance. Beyond a huge door at the rear of the room, one enters the burial chambers, which go on for miles beneath. Inside of each chamber, which you can see from behind glass, a well-preserved corpse is laid out in its best clothes, and with all of its earthly belongings. Some of the older grottoes have no glass, and are just dusty bones laying on stone pallets.

While traveling through these caverns, I always get this strange feeling, as if something big and dry and chitinous is following me, I can hear the clinking of the plates on its shell. It has a foul smell, like a damp sink under which roaches live. It is oozing anger and hate. I always go into these catacombs in the dream, even though I know what is there and what will follow me; I am compelled with some sort of morbid fascination to look upon these people in their tombs.

There is yet another place, which I approach with dread and fascination, in my dreamscape. It is a winding dirt road, along a sort of creek on the left, which comes to a lake-- with cabin-type houses all around it. At this point, I usually feel as if someone is following me, and I look around and notice a man in a red truck a long way behind. As I am walking, stumbling through the high snow on this backroad, he starts driving closer. I don't know who he is, or why he is chasing me, but I know I must get away from him.

As I go farther down this road, the snow becomes lighter, and I begin seeing many huge, old houses, of many different architectures on each side. The road becomes drier and gravel. These houses are just ENORMOUS, and as I keep walking, this incredible feeling of forboding encompasses me. I feel malignance coming from these grand old Victorian, Italianate, and Craftsman-type palaces, but they are so beautiful and intricate! I cannot help but be enticed to venture down the spooky avenue further, even though I feel incredible fear and panic welling up within me.

Some of the houses are in dire disrepair. They are missing pieces of the siding and shingles, and have sagging roofs; paint peeling, and loose rain-gutters clattering in the wind. There is one house in particular that fascinates me, a GIGANTIC red brick Italianate, with what seems to be at least a hundred windows, all in white painted Gothic casements. For some reason, I am drawn to this house, yet I know that if I go up to the door and knock, something uncertain and foreboding will happen. I look behind me, see the man in the red truck approaching, take a deep breath, and pull back the great iron knocker on the humongous white six-panel doors....and then I always wake up!

I could go on and on in great detail about this dream place of mine. I have actually met people there whom I met up with later in real life and we both remembered the same places, though they had only been to the place once when they met ME! Pretty weird.

[Destroit]

sometimes i just can't seem to fall asleep.

You...? Why do I doubt this?

[Scales]

There was a reoccurring dream I use to have when I was younger where the upstairs of my grandparent's house led into a huge abandoned, unkept mansion. It would usually end with me in a dark room with rotting, unsturdy wooden floors and steps. It was so strange I wrote a song about it.

[Scales]

I'm in my car heading towards a road in real life that dips deep down surrounded by tall trees and polluted, dirty water- at the bottom of the hill it gets much darker and often floods. The sky is full of dark clouds, its storming and there is rain pouring down. I'm driving on the passenger side of the car at first and I'm in a hurry to get a strange, drunk girl around my age who I don't know somewhere where there are other people waiting, she is sitting in the passenger seat; I see that she is very sick from drinking too much and about to vomit, so I put her window down and tell her to throw up knowing that it will probably go over the side of my car.

I then somehow end up on the actual driver's side, the road is completely flooded over but I need to get to my destination faster so I speed up. I hydroplane on the road and my entire car skids to the left side of the road down into the water which is deeper then it actually would be in real life. Somehow next, I find the car completely flooded and I am filled with fear. Concerned with the wellbeing of the passenger and my own life, I desperately begin stabbing at the window with my elbow trying to break the glass. Then I wake up.

There was more to the beginning of my dream with the people I'm trying to get to, and I don't remember any of it.

Later that day I accidentally come upon a featured online video on how to survive in a car submerged in water. I was hitting the window right. This whole particular mindf#ck happened last week.