Dream Time

Dream Time

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the_cloud_system
polly pushy pants

2008 Aug 1 • 3076
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SO.....MUCH.....FEMAIL....DOGS!!!!!!!!!!
I drink to forget but I always remember.
 
 
2009 Oct 26 at 17:03 PDT
sprinkles

Chrome Whore
2009 Sep 6 • 2547
10 ₧
Ok this one is really strange and a bit vague...

I was walking outside, looked over, saw my horse in a separate
pasture from the rest, went to investigate. When I got there some how my horse had become a fat man [yes still in the pasture] cutting out oval pieces from paper, we talked for a little bit. There was also a bridge for some reason; it was very awkward -the dream not the bridge.
 
 
2009 Oct 26 at 18:18 PDT
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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My Freudian interpretation is that it was your id expressing your subconscious discontent for your father's shameful acts in public. Also you're in love with your mother.
 
 
2009 Oct 26 at 20:37 PDT
sprinkles

Chrome Whore
2009 Sep 6 • 2547
10 ₧
aaronjer said:
My Freudian interpretation is that it was your id expressing your subconscious discontent for your father's shameful acts in public. Also you're in love with your mother.



You know my old English teacher tried to convince the whole class that dreams were an expression of our subconscious; ironically I slept through that entire week.
Ohhh, if only I had her email now....
 
 
2009 Oct 26 at 23:08 PDT
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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I had a short and sweet one last night. It feels like the dream was missing a massive amount of backstory, but that sort of fit with the theme of rampant memory loss.

I'll describe the scenery first. I spent the entire time in what well could have been an extremely old volcano crater, or an ancient bomb crater that just happened to be right at the top of a hill. The crater was just large enough to fit two tennis courts, a miniature park, a hexagonal single floor house, a convenience store and a cul-de-sac in the middle. There was road going through a gap in one side of the crater that led down to a ruined modern city and an ocean. There was a great deal of plant-life growing happily inside the crater, but outside everything was mostly dead and barren.

Shadows often passed over the crater as enormous manta-ray like creatures lazily flew hundreds of feet above in packs of three or four. Occasionally an even larger but clearly artificial manta-ray like jet/flying battleship would fly over, irritatingly loudly I might add. Nothing up in the sky was ever of any consequence, it was just there.

At the start of the dream there were around thirty people living in the crater. People were dressed well and clean, not what one would expect in a post-apocalyptic world with ruined cities and barren lands. Everyone in the crater was suffering from some varying degree of memory loss. It was almost random what memories were missing, except that nobody could remember their name and on top of that most people had no form of identification. Except for that fact that GaryJer remembered my name and I remembered his, and except for Mr. Hill, who still had his driver's license, people had to make due with nicknames.

The only person who had been in the crater before I had shown up was a tall, fit and tan young woman in a black and red tennis outfit nicknamed "Rice". She wasn't Asian, it was just that when GaryJer, Mr. Hill, "Gold", "Glass" and I came to the crater (we were, according to my dream memory system [DMS], the first group to show up, and I don't know how Gold and Glass got their names) the only thing she had been eating from the confusingly oversized basement freezer in the convenience store was teriyaki rice bowls. She had eaten at least fifty of them. She's weird. Whatever.

Mr. Hill was a man in his thirties with a distinguished air about him, he wore a white suit that was probably more expensive than my truck, and except for GaryJer and I, was the only person who owned a firearm. In fact, nobody other than us three could remember what firearms were. However, we never used them for any purpose. Gold looked and dressed like a Supermodel, with long blond hair and perfect complexion. She also had the annoying habit of trying to have sex with me, no matter how thoroughly involved I already was with Rice. Glass was a stereotypical "Goth" teen girl with pale skin, black hair, way too much eyeliner and silly looking dark clothes. Glass slept on a couch in the hexagonal house. Always. I never saw her move more than breathing required. The only other person of note was a slightly overweight lesbian named "Torpedo".

Now, all this seems like a fantastic set up for adventure, conspiracy and mysteries... but hardly anything happened in the whole dream. And none of what happened would be out of the ordinary in a romantic comedy. Rice was by all means my girlfriend, I don't really know how we got started, but we spent all of our time together. I assume, anyway, what took place in the dream would only take an hour at most. Gold clearly wanted to steal my poontang, and Torpedo was secretly in love with Rice. And by secretly I mean that everyone but Rice knew about it. Torpedo also hated me very much. The whole dream seemed to be focused on our love triangle, although it's not really a triangle, I suppose. I guess it's a love... one of these --> /\/ With the points in the middle being Rice and I, and the points on the end being Torpedo and Gold.

Anyway, enough explanation! The first thing I did was step outside of the hexagonal house with a cup of coffee. Rice was a minute behind me in getting ready, we were going to play tennis. She was certainly better than me, but at least I could play... unlike real life. Before I could take a sip I was assaulted by the amorous advances of Gold. She sat at a two person round glass table just outside the house and pretended she didn't notice me. She was wearing a very short skirt and had her legs spread wide open and aimed directly at me. When I tried to walk past and ignore her, she stood up with designs of grooming some non-existent specks of dust off my person. Before she could get far and before I could "accidentally" spill my coffee on her, Rice showed up and slapped her good and hard. Rice said, "Bad girl, down!" in an unavoidably demeaning way, and Gold stormed off, presumably to act huffy and irritate somebody else. Glass continued to sleep inside.

A crowd had formed to watch Rice and I play our match. Everyone but Glass was there. I don't remember if it was three or five sets, but it doesn't really matter, because I never won a set anyway. There was obviously very little to do in the crater, as crowds don't usually form for a sporting event where the outcome is already known. Surprisingly, the match took quite a while. I managed to return the ball over the net on average a dozen times before she scored, and I managed to stay a single point behind for quite a while before she eventually won the set. I think she was going easy on me on purpose. After Rice won, the crowd formed around her to tell her how great she was. In the bustle Torpedo got awkwardly close to Rice, stomped on my foot, and poked me very hard in the stomach. Everyone acted like it was a championship match between pros because they had nothing better to do. Everyone except for Glass, of course, who was far too tired to join us.

Afterwards I joked with Mr. Hill about shooting Gold and Torpedo, and hiding their bodies in the freezer. He seemed to think it was a good idea, and I'm afraid I had to convince him I wasn't really serious. GaryJer finished our conversation by telling me he had spotted a convoy of military vehicles passing through the ruined city with his scoped rifle. I took note of this, although there was nothing to be done about it, and returned to the hexagonal house. Inside I sat with Rice on a couch, sweaty as we were... the only shower was in use. We looked over Glass, who was sleeping, of course, out a window that overlooked the ruined city and had a good view of the sky. We watched the flying mantas soar overhead for a while and discussed racquet technique and ways to get Gold together with Mr. Hill or GaryJer. Glass let out a barely audible moan and I woke up.

I also have a vague memory of talking with Mr. Hill and GaryJer about how we had concluded that the world ended up in the state it was in only a year ago, even though most people believed everything had been destroyed for decades. I don't remember when we talked about that.

That was the most pointless contextually consistent dream I have ever had.
 
 
2009 Dec 2 at 13:47 PST — Ed. 2009 Dec 2 at 14:09 PST
NatureJay
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2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
I don't understand this dream at all. You didn't have magical powers and Superjer didn't ruin everything.
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2009 Dec 2 at 17:50 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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Now that I think about it, Rice was in the bathroom throwing up while I was taking my coffee outside. I think she may have been pregnant. I better go back and check.

And how do YOU know that SuperJer didn't cause the apocalypse? There's no evidence that he didn't. Therefore he probably did.
 
 
2009 Dec 2 at 17:58 PST — Ed. 2009 Dec 2 at 17:59 PST
NatureJay
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2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
Oh. My. God.

It all makes sense now!

SuperJer, how could you?
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2009 Dec 2 at 18:18 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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Do you think I should ask her to marry me?
 
 
2009 Dec 2 at 19:24 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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I decided to start drawing Rice. Naked, of course. I'll put her tennis outfit on when I damn well feel like it.

 
 
2009 Dec 4 at 16:05 PST
SolidKAYOS
Count Adelaide

Roar Of The Tigress Medal
2007 Jun 24 • 84
68 ₧
aaronjer said:
I decided to start drawing Rice. Naked, of course. I'll put her tennis outfit on when I damn well feel like it.


I like this dream.
Make awkward sexual advances, not war.
Down Rodeo said:
Dammit, this was the one place that didn't have this, but noooooo, molkman pisses all over that
 
 
2009 Dec 4 at 17:24 PST
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
Yeah, she's pretty cute but she's kind of... flat.

By which I mean she's two-dimensional. And a cartoon.
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2009 Dec 4 at 22:46 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
1,227 ₧
If I could somehow draw a real person I'd do it. Any suggestions?
 
 
2009 Dec 5 at 00:59 PST
fedex _

2009 Mar 23 • 907
13 ₧
aaronjer said:
If I could somehow draw a real person I'd do it. Any suggestions?





angelina joile if thats how you spell her name.
melloyellow582 said:
I post sometimes, to make a point.
 
 
2009 Dec 5 at 01:36 PST
molkman
Owner of George Washington's Prototype Mittens

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2005 May 2 • 2066
404 ₧
Why is that in Dream Time? Also, for Angelina Jolie you can also draw a skeleton, for she's thin as one.

Bettur draw Meg White lo.
LET LOVE REIGN
 
 
2009 Dec 5 at 03:19 PST — Ed. 2009 Dec 5 at 03:19 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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You idiots.
 
 
2009 Dec 5 at 06:24 PST
Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse

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2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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2009 Dec 5 at 06:52 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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Okay.
 
 
2009 Dec 5 at 08:59 PST
the_cloud_system
polly pushy pants

2008 Aug 1 • 3076
-6 ₧
code
Sick vid


...oh shit
I drink to forget but I always remember.
 
 
2009 Dec 5 at 22:25 PST
Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse

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2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Last night, at some point, I dreamed that we had found out who SuperJer had made admin. I think. This worries me more than I can possibly say.
 
 
2009 Dec 14 at 04:26 PST
molkman
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2005 May 2 • 2066
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This sure is a mystery.
LET LOVE REIGN
 
 
2009 Dec 14 at 05:09 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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I could just go check the database... but that would be boring. I prefer to think he's just pulling our collective leg.
 
 
2009 Dec 14 at 20:18 PST
molkman
Owner of George Washington's Prototype Mittens

Marine Warfare Corporal
Find the Hole Participation Medal
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Tasty Br�twurst Medal
2005 May 2 • 2066
404 ₧
Yes.
LET LOVE REIGN
 
 
2009 Dec 16 at 02:12 PST — Ed. 2009 Dec 16 at 02:12 PST
aaronjer
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2005 Mar 21 • 4667
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So the dream that I have been dreaming of was finally dreamt. I did in fact have a continuation of my Rice dream, although much sooner than I would have thought. Unfortunately it was all a LIE because Rice herself was not in it. Because of this I will probably be lazy on the details and leave things out. Not that you all would notice or care.

A few things were in the memory log I was handed when I started dreaming.

First is that the reason for everyone's memory loss was Mr. Hill, GaryJer and I. We used to be in the military and were augmented with something called "inversion" that when left uncontrolled around other uncontrolled "inversion fields" could cause memory loss, particularly of names and things that weren't frequently thought of. We didn't know we were causing this until it stopped, and I never found out how our predicament came about. Most everyone's memory was damaged only when they came within about a mile of us three... so Rice had been in the crater with all her memories intact, and everyone else that showed up only lost their memory when they came near the crater.

Second is that there had been a massive world-encompassing war that resulted in the destruction of most major cities, the dissolving of all civilian government, the death of most of the inhabitants of the Earth and the displacement of the rest. Whichever military had won the war was so busy reorganizing and searching for it's personnel and inventory it had not begun to try to bring law and order to the land. Because of this organized crime ran just about everything in largely populated areas. Mr. Hill, GaryJer and I had been part of the victorious military, but had retired when the war was over.

Third is the ability called inversion. It let the user move extremely rapidly and pass through any matter for a variable time and distance depending mostly on natural ability. In addition to that the inverter could affect the matter in different ways. It could be left completely unchanged, be completely scrambled at an atomic level (resulting in the death of living things and the severe structural weakening of inanimate objects), or it could be made to generate its own inversion field. The only purpose of causing inanimate objects to generate inversion fields is that they would reach critical mass and explode like a hydrogen bomb if you repeated the process on the same object too many times. Obviously I never used the critical mass effect, as there would be no way to survive it.

Anyway, this time I spent most of my time at a restaurant standing around and looking important. The restaurant was being run by a daring entrepreneur who wanted to become the center of a new community and thereby very rich. It was a common practice in the city I had somehow come to, but it rarely succeeded. The idea was that someone with some starting capital would start a business in a part of the city that was too poor to be noticed by a crime family. If they could fight off the bandits and thieves and actually become successful enough to be noticed by a crime boss they would be invited into the organization and made the boss of the surrounding area. With this they gained a great deal of additional resources (thugs in suits with guns) and the district would become a part of the city proper and flourish. My job was to see that the employees made it to the restaurant and back to their homes in the protected parts of the city without being killed, robbed, kidnapped, raped, sold into slavery, eaten or any combination thereof.

Gold and Glass, who I now knew were named Priscilla and Roxanna, had become waitresses at this restaurant. It was a real classy place, by the way, and they accepted nothing but beautiful women dressed to the nines as wait staff. The decorations were of Asian origin with lots of deep red, dark wood and gold (but only one Gold). I was attempting to convince them and the rest of the employees to let me train them in the ways of inversion for their own safety, but everyone was trepidacious as it was dangerous and terrifying. When one inverted everything appeared normal to the user except that nothing was moving, to everyone else the inverter looked like a shadowy streak moving at lightning speed that ended with a nearly ear-splitting crack and a slowly fading hollow wind noise. Other than the bouncer at the front door I was unable to convince anyone but Glass/Roxanna to let me augment them with an inversion field. This was appreciated, because the restaurant could stay open more often if there were more people to escort the different shifts to home and work.

I ended up very worried about Roxy. Everyone called her that now, Gold/Priscilla was, much to her discontent, called Cilly. Roxy had become extremely confident in her ability to protect herself after I had shown her the ways of inversion, and would taunt and toy with the myriad unorganized criminals of the city even when she thought she was alone. I followed her in sekrits... I became a whole lot more worried when I was suddenly confronted by the military and asked to join a mission that would last several days. I had only a moment to tell Roxy where I was going and hope she'd relay the news to the restaurant.

Mr. Hill, who had become a hitman for a crime family and GaryJer, who would not disclose what he was doing, had been picked up for the mission as well.

And god damn it I'll finish this later... I hope I can remember it. Damn you, time! DAMN YOU!
 
 
2009 Dec 26 at 11:34 PST
NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse

Good Conduct Medal
2005 Mar 22 • 1871
574 ₧
You got lucky in that your dream was kind of interesting despite not having Rice in it but still realistically not very lucky at all.
100% natural, no antibiotics, and bloodgrass-fed
 
 
2009 Dec 27 at 16:01 PST
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