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Post by Duvet on Jul 22, 2009 22:14:36 GMT -5
most likely a nightmare, and most likely taken from some tv show you watched. seems too cliche I don't watch TV. It might have something to do with some conversation I had with Shana where she was telling me about some nightmare she had. Either way, this is probably one of the only dreams I remember clearly where she's in it. |
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Post by hellomeow on Jul 29, 2009 5:56:00 GMT -5
I've just had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my life. I've had tons of dreams about being killed, being raped, having my insides ripped out of me while I watched and consciously felt it; this made me feel worse.
I dreamt that I killed my own mother with my bare hands. I can't remember why I did it, but I just remember hiding away somewhere after I had murdered her. Then I came back into the house after several hours of wandering aimlessly to find my brother Sunny on the sofa. He was still smiling and trying to stay positive even as he told me that we had to arrange a funeral service because our mother was dead. When the full impact of my mother being dead hit me, I ran outside and kept crying and hollering and punching my fists into the brick walls of my house until they bled. And the worst part was knowing that it was me who did it. I had never felt so suicidal, I felt like I didn't deserve to live. I kept thinking of all the things that I had stolen from her, she was looking forward to seeing me go to university, raising her grandchildren, watching all of my siblings get married and have children. I was intensely disgusted with myself and horrified at what I had done.
I couldn't tell anybody about it. I remember being in the car with my brother's friend trying to explain everything when he asked, "How did she die?" and the image of her face as I suffocated her was clear in my mind, and I struggled to find words and lie while all I could think of was the fact that it was ME who caused it. Everyone was sympathizing and trying to help me feel better, but all I could feel was complete and utter disgust with myself. Not only had I managed to murder my own mother, but I then managed to get away with it and win the sympathy of all the people around me; I couldn't remember why I had done it at all, I just couldn't stop thinking about how much I wished I had never done it.
I've never been so relieved to wake up in my life. As stupid as it sounds considering that nothing actually happened, I'm intensely happy to know right now that my mother is alive.
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Post by elbow unit on Aug 1, 2009 16:14:35 GMT -5
were you like angry at your mom before you fell asleep for anything? that could have made you dream of killing her. Also there could have been an opposite effect; you were like super happy that day and like you thought of the worst possible thing that could happen to you. idk
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 6, 2009 15:15:56 GMT -5
So I had this two part dream.
For the first part, I was walking through the BCSS parking lot with Forest, when we found some really ugly blue and yellow cell phone attached to the wall. I thought of just taking it, but Forest used it to phone the owner's new cell phone (which doesn't really make sense). The owner was over by the smokers and picked up, and we walked over to her and handed it over.
For the second part, I was going to Collingwood with Lex. The weather was heavy rain which eventually became heavy snow the further we headed north, becoming blinding and making the roads icy and awful to drive on. We decided to pull into a Mac's, using the iced parking lot to do a pretty amazing drift right into the parking spot. Due to how icy the ground was, I stayed outside to make sure the car didn't slide away. I didn't pay any attention, and next thing I knew, the car was gone, including Macy and other shit that was in it. I was pretty pissed. Lex got some shitty Nissan rental car that made a lot of noise but could barely make highway speed, but I was pretty still pretty pissed.
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Aug 10, 2009 10:31:41 GMT -5
Those are the kinds of dreams I have.
Two nights ago, I had a dream I was serving granola bars at work. One granola bar. On a big plate.
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Post by hellomeow on Aug 13, 2009 7:38:52 GMT -5
I am pretty sure I've had a dream where I killed my mother and got everyone's sympathy as well. Weird, maybe this is a common dream for people to have? were you like angry at your mom before you fell asleep for anything? that could have made you dream of killing her. Also there could have been an opposite effect; you were like super happy that day and like you thought of the worst possible thing that could happen to you. idk Honestly, I felt like I had a perfectly fine day that night. I had spent some time relaxing with friends and blazing chronic after a solid day of work on the road. I went to sleep completely peacefully when the nightmare hit me. |
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Post by hellomeow on Aug 13, 2009 7:51:17 GMT -5
A new dream:
Last night I dreamt I was eating dinner with my family when I got a phone call from an unexpected number. I got a response from an edgy sounding voice, almost male but distinctly female. She asked if I was Michael Mohamed, I told her yes. Then she asked me, "あなたは平仮名を知るですか?" (Do you understand hiragana?). The sudden switch from English to Japanese struck me as being reminiscent of a conversation I had the other day with a Japanese instructor at Waterloo, but the instructor's voice was clearly native Japanese whereas the girl on the phone clearly had the accent of a non-native Japanese speaker, perhaps even Arab to some extent. Afterwards, I continued speaking to her in Japanese asking her if she understood kanji, katakana, that kind of thing, what kind of words she knew. Eventually it seemed that her Japanese was so poor that she didn't actually know what I was saying, and simply said, "Alright, I can see you understand the language." She continued on that she was the number 1 ranked student in all of Turner Fenton and the cousin of my friend Samir. Samir has been a family friend since my brother Paul was 6 or so, his best friend for years; he's the nicest, most intelligent and religious man I've ever known. I supposed that he had told his cousin that I could speak Japanese, because then she asked me if I could give her tutoring lessons. I agreed.
Later on in the dream, I dreamt that we went to a family party of Samir's with his wife and various family members there. I noticed a very distinct girl, she had a bald shaved head save for a large mohawk that was died crimson red and black eye liner across her eyes. She had wonderfully proportioned breasts relative to her waist and hips, and the skin of her hips themselves were open for all to see because of a diagonally cut checker crop-top she was wearing. The tight jeans and her rounded ass all helped to interest me, and I found myself strangely and strongly attracted to this goth/punk brown girl. The only thing that made me feel strange about the whole ordeal was that she clearly appeared to be Mauritian, just like Samir. As it turned out, this was the same genius at Turner Fenton who had called me trying to speak Japanese. I looked forward to private tutoring sessions with her.
This is where the dream ends. So far as I know, Samir has no such cousin. I never learned her name.
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 13, 2009 11:47:22 GMT -5
I have a hard time picturing anyone but a white girl looking like that.
Also, I had this dream where the part of my ThinkPad battery that sticks out broke off and I could only get 3 hours of battery life. I gathered up all the AA batteries that fell out of it and tried to duct tape them back together, but it didn't really work.
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Post by hellomeow on Aug 13, 2009 17:16:01 GMT -5
I have a hard time picturing anyone but a white girl looking like that. this is part of the reason the dream was so odd, along with the fact that I can't imagine Samir having a cousin like that. he's one of those hardcore muslims who has never eaten pork or drank alcohol or smoked, prays five times a day, always fasts during Ramadan, always goes to masjid on Fridays, married a muslim girl who wears a hajib most of the time, and he decided to quit his current company because their investment and finance policies don't match the ones outlined by Islam. The thought of him having a cousin like that is pretty unthinkable, but apparently I thought it. |
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Aug 17, 2009 12:52:21 GMT -5
I gathered up all the AA batteries that fell out of it and tried to duct tape them back together, but it didn't really work. lmfao I can imagine you scurrying in ICS to pick up all those lost batteries. |
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 17, 2009 13:01:35 GMT -5
It was like in the bathroom or something though.
Also, I had some dream last night where I was screwing around with the Blackbox's cooling fans, trying to find the right balance between noise and cooling.
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Post by elbow unit on Aug 17, 2009 19:46:54 GMT -5
welcome to my life with the shitty dell
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Post by solocityElectricCyan on Aug 18, 2009 23:30:18 GMT -5
Except you can't even get those 3 hours of battery life.
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 24, 2009 17:10:48 GMT -5
So I had another dream where I still had the Dell Dimension V433c, but it had become horribly infected with adware. Nothing short of reformatting would save it, but there was important files on it. I tried doing a backup, but upon simply turning my ThinkPad on, it had already become infected as well. The adware was pretty hilarious though. It would go so far as to write big red letters advertising Cialis vertically down pages like Google, splitting the query bar and everything.
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Post by Hauskaz on Aug 25, 2009 12:02:04 GMT -5
Another one. I was back at Esker Lake Public School, and I had to take a piss really bad, so I went to the washroom. On my way, this girl I'm pretty sure I don't know but was in one of my classes in the dream followed me into the washroom and started pissing in the urinal beside me somehow. We started talking about some presentation she did earlier in class. She finished before me and walked off, but as I turned around to look at her, I noticed there was a large round folding table in the middle of the washroom, and a bunch of Asians were sitting around it playing cards, including Yuri, this Asian girl from my advanced functions class, another Asian girl I knew from grade 6, and a few of those generic Asian guys with the gelled hair and stuff. Yuri got up to leave and get something, and I went over to the sink to wash my hands. once I finished, she returned, and this white guy with blond hair who was also heading for the washroom just made the most hilarious face I had ever seen when he saw her go into the boy's washroom.
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