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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse

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2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Pretty certain I had a lucid dream this morning! I was kind of tired, I had woken up already but I fell asleep for maybe half an hour. Anyway, to the dream!

The first bit I can remember from was me sitting in something quite a lot like our student union. This was in fact what I supposed it to be at the time. I can't remember why I was there or much of what happened before (likely nothing, it's possible I 'arrived' there) but within a minute or two some people came and sat at the table. One of the guys was someone I know (but haven't seen for a while), I said "Hi Torrance" for that is his name and he said "What?" This was entirely reasonable as he was no longer who I had initially thought him to be. Considering this to be entirely reasonable, I decided to get up and go. On the way out the same thing happened with someone else - at this stage I still didn't realise I was dreaming. However, as I was leaving this place, I noticed an A4 sheet of paper on the door. The door was like the big heavy doors to tenement closes in Scottish cities. Before it closed a man I can only describe as "muslim" ran into the building, I thought I should maybe leave at this stage, because apparently dream-me is racist.

The point is, I was going to look at the A4 page again (which I had guessed was a list of names of people who live in the building, you get them often outside of flats where the occupants change year-on-year) but I didn't bother because... I was in a dream, so I'm not going to be able to read it. Then I was like HOLY SHIT and ran out into the street. It was nighttime, maybe 21:00, in a place that looked a lot like Glasgow. Or was somehow Glasgow-ish. I tried to fly, managed to get a couple of feet up then hovered and fell back down slowly. I then distinctly remember thinking "I need to find a bar!" then I woke up. Mental.
 
 
2011 Apr 1 at 04:19 PDT
aaronjer
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Limited flight capability and beer are the aspirations of all good Scotsmen.
 
 
2011 Apr 1 at 16:10 PDT
Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse

Find the Hole II Participation Medal
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧
 
 
2011 Apr 1 at 18:38 PDT
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
I have been having really weird and intense dreams about once a month recently but i haven't had time to write them down until now because shut up i'm busy you can go to hell.

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my mind is playing a reunion show for a popular early 90s drama featuring rich teenagers and their problems. it is ten years later and, on the lam from legal issues, our heroine has fled the beaches of Malibu to live in a secluded cabin with her now dottering parents. she emerges through the front door of the cabin, beleaguered, in a daze. her hair is the color and brittleness of summer straw baled in a late August field. her jeans, which she has torn by hand just before arriving, reveal superficial, bleeding scratches made by her own hands, though she has wiped the blood off her nails. she descibes a terrible accident up at the road, just barely survived. she needs help. her patents, both in recliners, turn to each other and smile. from a nook draped off from the entrance, a man dressed like a butler with a surgical mask emerges carrying a silver tray with a vial of morphine, a tourniquet, and a hypodermic needle. our heroine dashes over to a third recliner in the other adjacent room, a sort of dentist's chair position in front of a television and a gumball machine. the butler rests the silver tray on the endtable and the girl readies the tourniquet with the ease, speed, and precision of someone with a long-term habit. she releases the opioid into her bloodstream and is gone.

just then, there comes a harsh knocking at the wooden door, which is kicked open amidst splinters. it is her old boyfriend, from years and years ago, though since we last saw him he has gained a hundred pounds (if not a couple hundred), a few chins, and several folds. his days as a star quarterback seem like a distant, fevered dream. our heroine's parents exchange nervous glances, still say nothing. the ex-boyfriend, seeing his love-turned nemesis, grabs her by the shoulders and begins shaking her. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he says. he refers to another accident, many years ago, that he claims resulted in his weight gain, though we as objective viewers are to understand it to be a glandular problem as the result of a botched cosmetic surgery. he continues to scream at her. he screams so loud that the camera is able to go through his mouth and esophagus and view the contents of his stomach, where we find several packs worth of half-digested cigarettes.

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the day before the man says that the world is supposed to end, i dream that the rapture has already come and gone, months ago. since then, it's mostly been snow. it's now getting towards May again and as i look outside to the backyard (which now overlooks the stadium of a high school), all i see is a swirl of clouds, as dark at mid-day as the worst storm you've ever seen, no sign of light, just snow. i sip at a mug of something, likely cocoa, and look at the clouds again. there's cruise ship that emerges from the clouds, one of those giant ones the make round-the-world circuits that are several stories tall and capable of going months without seeing port. all of its lights are on and flickering against the haze. it crashes, bearing west, into the ravine of the stadium. moments later, an airplane crashes in the distance, then a tanker. some kind of battleship manages to clear my house just barely and then crash into the stadium at a perpendicular to the cruise ship. the clouds begin to clear a bit, for the first time in months, and figuring i have nothing better to do, i head out to investigate.

around the site, i find a couple, a man with glasses and a blue, plaid shirt and a woman with long dark hair, face down, whom i presume to be his girlfriend. the man is smiling. i reach my hand out to turn him over, but he catches flame, and continues burning until there is nothing left. his girlfriend does the same. maneuvering around the wreckage, i see a japanese man with long hair and a goatee, wearing a leather jacket. he sees me and starts to run, another survivor stumbles into his path and is pushed out of the way, at which point the survivor falls and also burns away into nothing. i don't have any better idea of what's going on than i did before, but i begin to suspect that this man has answers. i chase him up to the house and, lacking other options, find a dish of water that hasn't been frozen over yet and throw it at him. the water hits him and he begins to catch fire, quickly patting out the flames before resuming the run around the house. i manage to find other sources of water, taps, buckets, and within a few short minutes have doused and engulfed him so many times that he's collapsed, sizzling on the lawn, and makes no attempt to get up. i figure that i've either incapacitated or killed him and begin to wonder if the other crashed vessels didn't have something similar going on.

the weather has cleared up and everything is trying to be green again. i walk down into the valley beyond the stadium, past a police station, and find a large hardware store. since the rapture, most people have been looking for ways to busy themselves, or at least keep themselves from dying pitiful deaths, so home improvement has been a big thing to do. people have to do something. i follow certain instincts and head inside. behind the counter is a man in the clothes of a cop, but they don't quite fit him. he is tall, lean, has a shaved head. he talks to another man, heavyset and in his late 50s, also wearing a uniform. a third man, who resembles the fire man i found at the cruise ship closely enough to be an older brother, stands beside them, his hand folded behind his back. they talk secretively, the younger cop seems to complain of some awkwardness in their arrival. i begin to suspect them. the asian man looks at me and then puts his hand out to grab the shoulder of a passing customer, who like every other person these men have touched to this point, smiles and then burns.

the tactic is either one of intimidation or diversion, but the younger man seems confused by the proceedings, and stays put while the other two scramble away. i grab a bottle of water from a counter nearby, unscrew it, and toss it at the stationary man, but he is nothing more than soaked. water isn't going to work on this one. i try fire and cobble together something out of paint thinner and some sparks from a wiring cable i've torn off the wall. that works, and the man is incapacitated.

i check behind me and see the older, burly man. thwoing the cable at him produces no effect, and he picks up a nearby customer, who has the same fate befall him as every other, and throws the customer at me. it seems that they're just trying to rile me up now by causing as many casualties as they can. i manage to knock a barrel off the shelf onto the burly man, but he's only stunned momentarily and moves on. the two remaining men move to exit, and i see the first man, the hydrophobic one, join them at the automatic door. he seems to have recovered.

i conclude that they are feeding on the humans nearby and one had to have bumped into him. they leave and i figure myself to be in for a long day, but i'm able to conclude very little else. i don't know, for example, what these men are or why they are here, but i remember hearing reports of other parts of the world winking out of existence these past months. i also don't know what motivates them, or why everyone seems to be smiling as they turn to cinders. i don't know if they are good or evil, only that i'm trying to stop them.
100% natural, no antibiotics, and bloodgrass-fed
 
 
2011 Jun 3 at 16:57 PDT
cloud_the_system

2010 Sep 16 • 51
omg tl;dr
we can't stop here, this is bat country!
 
 
2011 Jun 3 at 19:53 PDT
the_cloud_system
polly pushy pants

2008 Aug 1 • 3078
-6 ₧
cloud_the_system said:
What are these strawberries doing on my nipples i need them for fruit salad

I drink to forget but I always remember.
 
 
2011 Jun 3 at 21:01 PDT — Ed. 2011 Jun 3 at 21:11 PDT
Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse

Find the Hole II Participation Medal
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
57,583 ₧
 
 
2011 Jun 4 at 05:10 PDT — Ed. 2011 Jun 4 at 05:11 PDT
aaronjer
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I'm very entertained by the fact that at no point are you worried that the fire men are going to burn you. Apparently that simply wasn't an option. I'm also glad it never occurred to you to kill them in a normal fashion. Like... by hitting them with heavy stuff.

And how much ocean access did that high-school stadium need?!
 
 
2011 Jun 5 at 16:26 PDT
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
Yeah, that was kind of unusual. Most of the time if something is dangerous and seems capable of killing me, I'm quite aware of it, and probably trying to avoid it. In this case, I was just trying to destroy them. But they never seemed to be interested in hurting ME, just everyone else around me.

As for the boats, I don't know, but my mental process at the time was thinking "Maybe it was a tsunami or something," which didn't make sense given that they were coming from three different directions and there were no waves. Regardless, boats, rocketing all over the place.
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2011 Jun 5 at 21:09 PDT
aaronjer
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I hope your boatdad is okay...
 
 
2011 Jun 6 at 12:56 PDT
the_cloud_system
polly pushy pants

2008 Aug 1 • 3078
-6 ₧
2 part here.

i was on a school trip with my rotc group to a museum and some kids wanted to come with us to see if they really wanted to join or not. my friend brought his girl friend and she was taking things and breaking glass so our instructor told me to take her to the bus and calm her down. we got on the bus and i told her to sit down and stay here, before i could finish the sentence she spit in my face and i pulled a gun and put it to her chest. she hit the deck and i put the pistol to her head, she screamed and i shot her back and she bleed out. then the whole bus was full of my rotc group and my intructor told me to calm the fuck down and shot me.

lol wut?

next dream was like human centipede at school.
i got all the fat chicks ._.
i woke up from that shit right away.
I drink to forget but I always remember.
 
 
2011 Sep 18 at 12:56 PDT
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
I had a dream last night where my mom found a way to clone AND reincarnate her old cat (which is to say, it was visually identical and had the same personality). I was happy that she was happy but that was about the extent of it. He wasn't a very good cat.

I had another dream last night where I was playing a game that alternated between 2-D and 3-D and the main character was a skeleton with a variety of guns. In the 2-D parts it was a platformer taking place in the sewers/catacombs and I was shooting at flies, collecting keys, and running from the police, who were sometimes also sewer mutants. In the 3-D parts, it was in a town/suburbia and I was trying to steal shit from people's houses. I didn't feel remorse about it because all the people were horrible. Sometimes I was forced to kill them but the game treated it as though I was doing the world a favor. I have no doubt that this would have been an excellent game had it existed in reality.
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2012 Jan 13 at 13:01 PST
fedex _

2009 Mar 23 • 908
13 ₧
NatureJay said:
i check behind me and see the older, burly man. thwoing the cable at him produces no effect,


Too much Pokemon




NatureJay said:
I had another dream last night where I was playing a game that alternated between 2-D and 3-D and the main character was a skeleton with a variety of guns..



To Much Doom Or Duke Nukem
melloyellow582 said:
I post sometimes, to make a point.
 
 
2012 Jan 13 at 14:27 PST — Ed. 2012 Jan 13 at 14:29 PST
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
I haven't played any of those games in a long time! Get out of here!
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2012 Jan 13 at 14:35 PST
aaronjer
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NatureJay said:
and running from the police,


This made me lol hard enough to startle people even though THERE IS NO ONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE. Just... how totally out of place it is. I can't... I just... oh my god.
 
 
2012 Jan 13 at 17:27 PST
sprinkles

Chrome Whore
2009 Sep 6 • 2547
10 ₧
aaronjer said:
THERE IS NO ONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE

Wanna have a sleep over?
 
 
2012 Jan 13 at 18:41 PST
fedex _

2009 Mar 23 • 908
13 ₧
NatureJay said:
I haven't played any of those games in a long time! Get out of here!




OK OK i will stay out of your dreams
melloyellow582 said:
I post sometimes, to make a point.
 
 
2012 Jan 13 at 22:27 PST
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
fedex _ said:

OK OK i will stay out of your dreams


{success! half the plan is complete! now to figure out how to get him into my car }
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2012 Jan 14 at 01:06 PST
aaronjer
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sprinkles said:
aaronjer said:
THERE IS NO ONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE

Wanna have a sleep over?


Yes. Oh, yes. Oh, FUCK yes.
 
 
2012 Jan 14 at 08:58 PST
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
I don't remember most of this dream, but I remember enough of it to mention a detail or two.

So, I dreamed that I woke up in the middle of the night because there was a helichopter buzzing around my neighborhood and then above my house. It started peering in my windows and the rest of the windows on the upper level and I could see it clearly even though the shades were drawn (it had a really bright light or something) and there were about six SWAT guys in it.

I went to the top of the stairs and found out that all the lights were on down there and the SWAT fellows were wandering around, not being stealthy or anything. They said that they were following someone and that there was a trail of blood that seemed to end on my back porch and go inside and that's why they were looking around.

At the time, I was less concerned with the fact that someone could be in my house and bleeding as much as the risk that the SWAT guys might discover my hidden cache of ghost drugs. You see, earlier in the dream, for whatever reason, I had been talking to a drug dealer who for equally unknown reasons decided that he was going to unload his stash of drugs on me as they were supposedly defective. It was a variety of random hallucinogens, stimulants, and depressants, I seem to remember cocaine figuring prominently in the mix. It may have mostly been cocaine. So after accepting these drugs I took them home to inspect what was there, figuring I could probably sell them to some poor fool and while looking through the cocaine pouch a ghostly light went off and I was transferred to the spirit world. (DISCLAIMER: I DON'T USE OR DEAL ILLEGAL DRUGS, ESPECIALLY NOT ONES WITH GHOSTS/DEMONS IN THEM)

I'm sure you're curious what the spirit world looks like! From what I saw, it looks like the lower level/basement of a house that was built in the 70s/80s with the textured sparkly ceiling and the run down carpeting and all that, except there was no furniture, it went on forever in all directions, and the only source of light were windows that were about three-quarters of the way up into the wall. The spirit world is also inhabited. The most prominent resident I remember talking to was a man who looked like a taller, spindlier version of early 90s Vanilla Ice, except instead of being so coifed his hair was messy and patchy and he looked like he was wearing Beetlejuice make-up. I didn't really get a good vibe from him, but I didn't think that he was out to cause any harm to me personally (this was the extent of my assessment) and it was more of a very clear and distinct sense that he and I were from different planes of existence and were going to regard earthly matters from very different perspectives.

As soon as I snapped back to the material realm, my first thought was "holy shit, I bet these ghost drugs are worth a ton on the black market! Alls I need to do is find a buyer!" So I hid them somewhere in my room and was waiting it out until I could explore the market the next day. Except that night happened and so did the SWAT team and the mysterious bleeding person.

Because by this point in the dream I was having all kinds of great ideas, it seemed perfectly sensible to go rummaging through my room looking for the polterdrugs while the SWAT team was downstairs and could conceivably move their search upstairs at any moment. Except that I couldn't find the drugs anywhere. I went through my room and my closet for SEVERAL MINUTES and the only things I could find were bits of sawdust and adapter cables to make newer monitors function with older video cards. After that, I thought "well, fuck it, if I can't find them, there's no way in hell the SWAT team will be able to find them. I must have put them somewhere else!" And then I went out into the hall and the dream ended shortly thereafter.

At no point in time did it occur to me that the bleeding person that SWAT team was chasing probably stole my ghost drugs.

And this was all after I went off NyQuil.
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2012 Feb 26 at 15:32 PST
cloud_the_system

2010 Sep 16 • 51
seams liek u mesterbated 2 much b4 u sleep, cuz nyquil claims that no weird side affects occur
we can't stop here, this is bat country!
 
 
2012 Feb 26 at 15:51 PST
cloud_the_system

2010 Sep 16 • 51
seams liek u mesterbated 2 much b4 u sleep, cuz nyquil claims that no weird side affects occur
we can't stop here, this is bat country!
 
 
2012 Feb 26 at 15:51 PST
cloud_the_system

2010 Sep 16 • 51
aaaaaaaaaaaa
we can't stop here, this is bat country!
 
 
2012 Feb 26 at 15:51 PST
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
I care what the real cloud thinks, but you are irrelevant.
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2012 Feb 26 at 16:03 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4868
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Jay, stop having stupid dreams for girls.
 
 
2012 Feb 26 at 22:20 PST
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