Dream of words

[hellomeow]

This was a dream that I had a few months ago. It was probably the most vivid dream I've ever had in my life, I documented it immediately after I had awoken from my sleep.

This dream was so vivid and colourful in its presentation to me that I fear if I do not write it somewhere the memory of its elegant and simple purpose will escape me. The world in which I was was not the world that we do. If I could compose a prelude to the creation of the world that I lived on, it would have been that in a cataclysm of destruction and terror the souls that were once inside our bodies ceased to exist and then floated above the world as sentient neurons that served to teach the new planet to think for itself and to take the formless data that comprised it into something sensible and sentient. If the entire consciousness of the world was awakened all at once and began to take the confused inputs and outputs of its thought processes into a language that it could try to understand; my dream was the day in the life of a neuron:

I began to float far above the world until I could see the oceans and lands altogether at the same time, and a gust of wind took me and sent me flying around the world at a high velocity, the gravitational forces holding me into its orbit like a dust particle floating in the air. My altitude from the world's outer crust at this point must have been very high, well over thousands of meters. I could fly across the world very fast, and soon I mastered the art of floating above the world at my own will; this world was not akin to our own.

I dreamt that the world I lived on was not this world, but rather that it was very close to ending. I could zoom out of it and watch over it like I was omniscient, it was not an ordinary world as it was comprised only partially out of land and ordinary atomic particles, but rather it was a world constructed out of words and information. It was like looking at a gigantic library, and then reading all of the pages at the same time, if the library was a planet.

And all the different words collided into one another like the currents of magma under the earths crust or the tectonic plates, and then like volcanoes new words and information would spew from underneath it in a wondrous torrent. It was much larger than our world too, there were entire satellites hanging in the sky written in data and language structures I couldn't even understand, and morphing so that I could read them as they were in English, French, Japanese, languages I could recognize and they always said the same thing, like the words at an airport so that all the people wouldn't become confused. The satellites floated above the land like skeletons, there were oceans but the only reason they were oceans was because the letters and words inside of them were not quite as fully formed as the satellites or the landscapes, rather they were formless and murky, as if they existed like the sediments or the remains of something that had once been formed that had broken down and become shapeless, and could only await being reformed again.

The interesting thing was that I felt I had a goal or a purpose to serve on this new world, it was a place where I floated from node to node retrieving data and reading or writing new words, as if I was simply another neuron in a brain that served to teach and expand itself. My life didn't feel as misguided or confused as it did here, and I never felt like I had to question what I was doing. The world that I lived on could be compared to the idea of a global brain in which data structures began at first as unorganized and gibberish, slowly forming themselves into something far more complex and complete than the individual portions.

[Hauskaz]

I might as well place my own documentation of a particular dream I remember with pristine clarity, making a repository of this thread.

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I am unsure as to when this particular dream took place, but it remains perfectly clear and vivid to this day. Given the details of this dream, however, one would question why such a thing would be remembered so well. I myself am not fully sure as to the reason, but I believe it may give an insight into the psyche of myself, especially considering what is publicly known about myself.

It appeared to be a normal day in the Batten residence. Everything was in its rightful place, but what was to follow became intriguing. Having located myself from an unknown position and into the family room, I was confronted by two objects laying on the fake hardwood floor. The first was a glossy black rotary phone. This was certainly a vintage phone, sporting a glossy coat of paint on its plastic shell as well as a nostalgic handset mounted horizontally on the base. From the back of the phone ran a wire which trailed across the floor and towards the second object.

The second object was a cat.

On the floor layed a grey-beige cat. Nothing about this cat looked awkward or wrong. It was just a cat. At the end of the phone wire was another handset, which lay beside the cat.

Despite the existence of these two things in my house, I was not concerned. The cat would attract concern with its first action though.

The cat picked the phone receiver with its front paws and meowed into it. Intrigued, I picked up the other handset and raised it to my ear. The cat meowed again.

"Hello."

My interest had hit a peak. A black box laying on the floor had just made a quiet sonic emission comprehensible in the English language. My next action was obvious.

"Hey."

"What's up, man?"

I was now talking to a cat. A vintage telephone was making this all possible. Impressed as I was, at no point did I question what was really going on, and fully accepted this reality.

"Not much, just doing nothing."

Conversing with the cat proved to be an entertaining ordeal. His name was Tommy, and he'd been living a pretty average cat life consisting of eating food and scratching stuff. At one point, I had asked him to stand on his front paws for my amusement, and he complied with brilliant balance and coordination. Conversation continued, until it hit a particularly interesting point.

"I remember as if it were a meal ago."

I had a good feeling about what was to become in this story, so I sat on the floor and carefully paid attention to the cheap handset speaker.

"She came slidin' down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit. The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days.

The sight was beyond belief.

Many a head snapped for double - even triple - takes as this vivacious feline made her way into the delta of the alleyway where the most virile of the young tabbies were known to hang out.

They hung in droves. Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place...

And that place was O'Malley's Alley.

The air was thick with cat calls, no pun intended, but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered up into the heart of the alley.

She knew what she wanted. She was lookin' for that stud bull, the he cat.

And that was me.

'Tommy the Cat is my name and I say unto thee...'

'Say baby, do you want to lay down by me?
Say baby, do you want to lay down by my side?
Do you want to lay down?
Say baby!'"

This cat was talking shit.

I smashed its fucking head in with the handset out of sheer disgust.

What the fuck did I do that day?

[hellomeow]

This is a pretty cute dream, I wish I had a phone to talk to my cat with, my cat seems very horny, she is constantly licking her own vagina.

[hellomeow]

This is another dream I had recently:

I was at a wedding of a cousin of mine with my brother-in-law and my sister, who are incidentally getting divorced. Also, I was wearing a pair of dentures that were attached to a string that I wore attached to a ring on my hand. I liked this because it being a wedding I was able to toss my my dentures from my teeth in perfectly calculated arches of force and gravitational manipulation to grasp onto a wedding guest's food fresh from their table, and then withdraw it quickly and catch it in my mouth and begin dining on it; it was a very rude means of acquiring my food but eating things remotely was a nice way to circumvent past the common formalities of wedding table manners.

There was a large fridge full of several packs of freshly packed beverages and milkshakes, I was also very rude here as I would typically take my dentures out, place them inside the fridge, then open a beverage, take a single sip of it, then recap it and displace it to its former resting place in the fridge and then put my denture back in so that they could soak in the fluids of the freshly consumed beverages. As my brother-in-law pointed out to me, this was of unmitigated indiscretion towards the health of my fellow guests, and I should only take one drink at a time rather than spoiling several and spreading the bacteria in my mouth throughout the fridge. However, I was not so easily convinced, I felt very arrogant at this time and proposed that if anyone should not want my dentures to invade their consumables, they should feel inclined to depart from the wedding.

It was at this point that my brother-in-law was outraged, and so he leaped up from his seat and grasped the nearest skewer with several chunks of freshly cooked gourmet meat seasoned with lemon salt and accompanied by green peppers and onions; he began savagely masticating the skewer's impaled contents until the long metal stick was bare. He then took it in his hands, and wielded it as if it were a sword towards me; obligingly I withdrew my dentures and began to flail them throughout the air in very precise circles, intimidating my brother-in-law with my manipulation of weaponry. And so we dueled, jumping from dining table to dining table and leaping over the heads of several distressed party guests, we did battle, him attempting to impale me with the skewer and I attempting to land the well aimed flail that would disarm my opponent.

For several bouts we did battle with none of us the superior, until eventually I was able to knock my brother in law squarely between the eyes with the dentures and gouge his eyes, at which point he began to bleed profusely from his nose and he laid down in the middle of the dance hall with the guests staring at his bloodied body with disturbance and horror in their eyes; the bridesmaid fainted with a sigh and the groom began to rail at me angrily as the true nature of my actions began to unfold to me and I was burdened with regret. Soon the party guests swarmed around me with hateful and disgusted stares, reaching for the skewer I pulled it out of the pools of coagulated blood forming around my brother-in-law's corpse, and I began to wield it with reckless abandon, still spinning my bloody dentures to fend off any offenders...

At this point I was awakened by my mother and offered breakfast which I accepted graciously.

[Hauskaz]

I had this dream about wiping XF and something else regarding ribbons in my hair.

Hmm.

[hellomeow]

I have many androgynous dreams. In that particular dream I was wearing a very pretty pink dress.

[Hauskaz]

So I just had this dream involving eating blocks of cheddar and marble cheese in order to lower my ping in Counter-Strike.

I don't get it.

[lily]

I had a dream I skipped school and locked myself in the bathroom with a laptop and chatted with Danny all day. =D

[Mikhail Kalashnikov]

I had a dream where a giant fly with SARS was flying around my middle school, and then a flying monkey on a surfboard, with a green shirt, threw an atomic bomb at us. I survived by hiding in a coffin which was laying against the external wall of my school. My sister perished.

[Hauskaz]

Big loss.

[Mikhail Kalashnikov]

She was quickly forgotten.

Another time we moved to a creepy cabin by a lake. I was in the backyard, and gravity suddenly turned so it seemed as if I was on a hill with an angle of about 65 degrees. I fell into the lake, and began to drown (Gravity returned). Then my sister helped me out of the lake. Once I was out I realised that my sister would never help me in such a situation, and it must be an imposter. Just as I realised that fact, my "sister" turned into a ton of roaches. I ran to the house, and found that the rest of my family had also turned to roaches. I ran to the bathroom, trying to think of what could get rid of roaches. Then I realised, ______'s could (I forget). Suddenly a bunch of _______'s came in, and ate all the roaches. Then I somehow found my non-roach family. End.

Also that dream was like a month before I moved from Florida to Connecticut.


In another dream I was walking to school, and I found the edge of the Earth in a neighbors backyard. It was just all sky, down over the edge. I didn't jump, but I thought it was real when I woke up.

Then there's the obligatory teeth-fall-out dream. Mine fell out in segments, with 3-4 teeth coming out at a time, attached to each other.

Another time I was in some old Western movie, just eating some Ravioles.

[Finn]

well i've had 2 pretty disturbing dreams recently, don't mind the decent grammar

1) The first one takes place in my cousin Rory's house. The house is very dark and rotten, with a very disturbing atmosphere. I'm alone with Rory until suddenly his mother approaches and begins to repeatedly stab Rory in the face with a very intimidating knife. Rory is clearly dead/going to die so I run the hell away.

The next scene involves me being a clown, I'm working at a children's party (or school or something) where I am traveling around in stealth within a large parachute-like building, no one knows I'm there. I continue to make my way around, watching the children dance (creepy I know) when I finally begin my act. I do some stuff, then I prepare for my final trick which involves me getting into some sort of transparent canon. Before I get in, some unknown character asks me if I can go on with the show even after Rory's death. I forget what happens after this point, I think I executed the trick albeit poorly.

2) The second dream is also pretty fucked up. It begins with me and my little brother in a park, naturally he is bothering me. He does something stupid which for some reason entirely fills me with rage. I decapitate him. Yeah, I decapitate my little brother. Immediately after I feel extremely bad, and begin to apologize profusely to him. My mom and my brother both forgive me, yet I still feel extremely guilty. For some reason my brother still has the ability to talk, hear and taste despite not having a head. He could not see though. I felt like I had silked his entire life through making him blind. Pretty sure the dream just ends like that.

note: brother is 6

[solocityElectricCyan]

admin said:

I had this dream about wiping XF and something else regarding ribbons in my hair.

Hmm.

hehehehehehe my mind control is working

[Cunt Wrap Supreme]

"Hehehe"?

Kuldeep, I didn't know you giggled like a 10 year old girl.

[Hauskaz]

Control of your own mind is necessary before you can control mine.