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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Jul 6, 2008 19:03:44 GMT -5
At stabbing Lily's head?
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Maybe.
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Jul 27, 2008 15:41:59 GMT -5
A vivid dream that both scared and relieved me once I woke up.
Setting: My house. PS3 was in the kitchen, computer was in my room.
I was camming with some female friend, and some dude came on too. I didn't mind that but I left anyway. I didn't close the window, nor did I log out. The normal complications with my camera and computer still occured; the loose camera wire, chair being a bitch to use etc... It was early in the morning so I should have looked like shit, but my hair was done and my balls felt clean.
As I got off my computer, I had my headphones on for some reason and my brother was telling me something as he was pointing to the floor. I took my headphones off and I heard him say, "they were all in a fight". I looked down and saw all three of my birds on the floor, bleeding. My female bird in particular had both of her wings almost completely ripped off, leaving only the bleeding muscles remaining. The other two male birds seemed fine, only with blood on their beaks, as if they tore the female to pieces. She was squawking profusely as she crawled on the floor leaving a trail of blood behind her.
I immediately separated the birds from the fight and took her downstairs. It was raining outside. I didn't particularly like this bird, and neither did the other two. However, I did want to end her suffering. I didn't know how to do it though. I could crush her, put her in a bag and swing it, but it all seemed so cruel. I decided to talk to my dad about it, and he went ballistic. He suggested my own ideas, then to take it to the vet to put it down. He went somewhere in the car. As he was gone, I put her in the back yard. I thought she could die out there on her own. The rain was still going, and I looked at her, with her blood covered wings and rain-soaked face. Her crest was hanging over the front of her face, as she was looking down, completely depressed. She wasn't squawking anymore, as she might have accepted what had become of her.
I couldn't bear to see that, so I went back to her and scratched her head a final time. This was something she really enjoyed me doing, and would always accept it when offered. This time, she didn't want it. She jerked her head back and away whenever I went near her. I gave up and just turned onto my back. I was lying down on the kitchen floor, right in front of the back door. I cried harder than I ever did before. I didn't know what to do with this bird. I went inside and looked at her through the glass door as I walked away.
My computer was in the front room for some reason, and my dad returned home with a box. It contained a tranquilizer gun and poison rounds. I just stared at the box for some time.
We were going to take the bird to the vet to get it done anyway, so I went to the backyard to pick up my bird. She wasn't there. The rain had stopped, but the gutters were still gushing with water. I went all the way around the house and saw her on my driveway, trying to cross the sidewalk, covered with pedestrians. I ran and picked her up. I took her to the car which was parked on the other side of the road.
This is where I had a thought. What if I made a little shelter for the bird outside, and let it live out there? It seemed she had accepted what happened to her, and wasn't in anymore pain. I remembered what she looked like trying to fly with those broken wings.
There were massive tufts of grass beside my house, so I made some room and set her in. The wheelbarrow was beside it, and it was filled with mud that had grown an extensive amount of grass as well. My brother came by. He didn't look or sound anything like my brother, but I still felt as if he were.
He picked up the box of poison. I wanted to return that to the store unopened, but he unpacked it and set it up. He test fired it on the gate. It came out and hit the gate, making a faint sound of broken glass. Satisfied, he went to the front and shot my dad with it. He seemed like a mischievous idiot at the time. My dad said "what the fuck was that for?", as he tumbled across the ground, unable to keep balance. My brother attempted to make an antidote out of the stuff in the box, but he couldn't. So, he left my dad there to die.
I didn't really care that he was dying, so I went back to the bird, to check on it. She was lying down on her side, in the wheelbarrow with a dark blue shoelace in her open beak. She was sleeping, and looked so peaceful. She was almost smiling. I looked down on her and smiled.
As I walked to the front, a cop pointed his gun at me around the corner and said, "hands up". I did what he said and he walked me to the middle of the driveway. I had trouble walking for some reason. I was about to fall but my mom was there and she caught me. That cop looked like Morgan Freeman.
I woke up.
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Aug 16, 2008 21:16:31 GMT -5
I just figured out how to control my dreams.
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Post by Finn on Aug 16, 2008 21:19:42 GMT -5
those are called lucid dreams
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Post by Cheesemaster IV on Aug 16, 2008 21:30:43 GMT -5
Lucid dreams are pretty cool. I had one once about a year ago, but have never had another since.
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 16, 2008 23:45:33 GMT -5
Lucid dreams are goddamn amazing. I've had very few, and most of them were abused in sexual ways.
I regret that.
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Post by hellomeow on Aug 17, 2008 6:29:10 GMT -5
I almost never dream about anything sexual. As for lucid dreams, I can sometimes have those, but I usually just use them to fly around and become techno music and things like that.
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 17, 2008 13:37:33 GMT -5
How do you become techno music? Do you morph into a Roland TR-808 drum machine?
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Aug 17, 2008 13:41:52 GMT -5
Maybe he turns into a wave.
Also Forest, I know they're called lucid dreams you fucking faggot. ilu.
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Post by hellomeow on Aug 17, 2008 20:23:23 GMT -5
How do you become techno music? Do you morph into a Roland TR-808 drum machine? It's more like I feel like I become a series of noises all at once, and I can arrange all the instruments and notes in my head. Basically I become a MIDI or something like that, but way cooler than a MIDI. It is hard to explain, but I feel like I become information.
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Post by Tex-Mex Alex A. Dex on Aug 18, 2008 0:47:46 GMT -5
I use to have lucid dreams about once a month (only two of which i did i exploit sexually) for 3-4 years. Then one night i had a dream where I was going through my day, wake up, school, home, then a family trip to the mall. While at the mall, i saw people dressed up as the Incredibles for the release of the Incredibles 2. I noticed that it wasn't possible, so i pinched myself to see if it was a dream, and woke up before I did. Then i went through my day, wake up, school, home, family trip to the mall the same restaurant i ate at when i noticed the incredibles in my dream, except, that resturant doesn't actually exist! Go to Pinch myself, wake up, go to school, come home, family trip to mall, something seems a bit fishy, and the lights don't look quite right, wake up. Then i turned off my alarm and finished getting dressed, i was just about to leave my room when suddenly a thought occured to me. I changed my alarm's sound before going to bed the previous night, the music should have been different! All of a sudden, i couldn't breath, it felt like someone was choking me, and i had no idea what to do. Started getting dizzy. Then, a thought. If i screamed loud enough in the dream world, maybe i'll scream in the real world and someone will come running to wake me up (for some reason, i didn't realise i needed air to scream). So I try to yell as loud as i can, and i wake up, coughing and gasping for air. Since then, although i now realise i had a few opertunities to take control of the dream, i have never taken control of once since.
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 20, 2008 16:45:14 GMT -5
So like, I had this pretty messed up dream. It was the first day of school. My first class was science with Ms. Chauhan . However, the classroom was my room, and the class itself consisted of elaborate choreographed dances upon a large circular stage with a shallow pool and many coloured lights. I was the main star of this show, performing impressive stand-still flips and other various acts while other students stood in as backup dancers or simply watched. Once this class ended, I took a rather long time to put my pants back on (strange, since I'm pretty sure I was still wearing my pants up to that point). By the time I got them on, the second bell had already sounded. I rushed up to the third floor. It was rather different from the halls of BCSS. Although it was still an H layout, the walls were covered in purple spots, and each classroom had a white door along with a large window which looked out into the hallway. The ceiling also had many skylights, letting the sun's natural light brighten the school and make it feel warm and inviting. I walked around, trying to find what class I was supposed to be in. I did not have a timetable on me, but I did know that I was supposed to be in French . I looked into each classroom, until I finally recognized the teacher. she seemed familiar in the dream, as if I had already been in the class for a while, but she looked nothing like any teacher at BCSS, or anyone I know in general. I stepped in through the wide-open door and said prominently, "I apologize for being late. This school is way too big."
"No problem! Go ahead and have some chocolate." The classroom look more like a library, with many tall shelves of books running down the large room. Both Danny and Patrick (... rofl) were sitting at one of the many desks scattered throughout the room. Danny got up and pointed me toward this chocolate, but I ignored him and proceeded on my own accord. There, laying on one desk, were a bunch of rectangular chocolate pieces. The entire class consisted of taking these chocolates, dipping them into this strange red goo, and eating them. And then I woke up.
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Post by Duvet on Aug 21, 2008 1:02:24 GMT -5
You fat ass
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 21, 2008 14:52:46 GMT -5
:<
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Post by Daryl on Aug 21, 2008 15:05:59 GMT -5
Nice.
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