Post by Dirty Tampon! on Apr 10, 2008 22:50:26 GMT -5
The dream I remember most was when I was 4 or 5, and I was in a graveyard. I was riding my green bicycle and all was rather calm (for a graveyard). Suddenly, I go a little too fast, and I'm sliding down a hill. The dream ends with me smashing into a gravestone.
I had a strange episode of sleep paralysis the other night where I couldn't tell whether or not I was awake, and I was in my bed trying to sleep, but then a disgusting bloody demon-like monster would crawl out of my blankets and eviscerate me alive while I watched him masticate my entrails with blood pouring out of my eyes, my lungs already too punctured to inhale, let alone utter any noises save for the noises made by the demon devouring my flesh. I awoke from this nightmare many times, and fell asleep again only to have the dream occur again. It was curious because despite my terror I did not feel any pains or even the touch of the demon which I usually do when I have dreams about being attacked physically.
Post by Stickjustice on Apr 12, 2008 20:22:35 GMT -5
I had a dream/nightmare my dad was home, and he kept putting cheese on the floor. A good 5-7 blocks of cheese on the floor and I kept picking it up and getting into arguments about it.
It seems like my dad to put cheese on the floor. I was so relieved to wake up that next morning, realizing that my dad is not in the same country as me, and on my way to school, I was able to wrap my arms around Namrita.
Today, I dreamed that I was riding a Honda CBR125R on the German Autobahn during a dark, wet day. Although it was only raining lightly, the roads were very wet and the dark bluish-grey sky made headlights mandatory. The dream mainly consisted of seeing how fast I could push the poor motorcycle.
I managed to get it up to 140 km/h before it wouldn't accelerate anymore.
Also, for some reason, the transmission lever operated in reverse to how it would normally operate. Pressing down with the toe shifted up and pressing up shifted down, rather then pressing up to shift up and pressing down to shift down. I also never used the clutch, although you can safely do that on most sportbikes.
Post by Stickjustice on Apr 24, 2008 6:12:24 GMT -5
It does when you're only 40 metres in the air.
I just remembered this dream, but it's from a long time ago. Still, the dream remains burnt in my memory. It started around the time I thought about joining the Canadian Military, so I guess that's what triggered it all.
So I was in a helicopter flying at a good cruising speed, before I was about to get unloaded. I believe I was in Afghanistan, as everything was mostly desert, with burning buildings and dirt that filled the air. I was with three other soldiers including an officer. We didn't converse much, but we were still pretty good friends.
We were getting dropped off; out the back of the helicopter, and we all ran as a group behind a large wall. This was a wall that connected four towers about 50 metres high, also used as guard towers made of dirt. In the middle of the square between these towers, was a dried out circular fountain, with a statue of some dude on it. We were taking heavy fire from all directions, so we ran out of that area, into one of the towers.
From the officer's radio, we heard that the area was about to get bombed. The pilot in the helicopter heard that too, so he came back to pick us up from the second floor of that tower. Too bad I was the last to actually try to get in the helicopter, and it left without me. They were in a hurry, so they didn't have time to get me.
There I was, all alone with a bunch of brown pizza faces shooting at me. I felt academically challenged, so I tried to run away from the whole area, but I knew I'd get shot down. I did the Kuldeep thing, and sneaked around, taking people out with my silenced pistol, and moved on toward the back of the complex.
Without surprise, three unarmed brown guys came running my way. I raised my pistol, and aimed at their heads. No bullet came out. I was out of ammo, so I took them all out by hand (I'm Canadian, fuck you).
I crouched down behind the wall, reloaded my pistol and took out my C8. I waited for ten minutes, and no air strike came.
And now, I have a particularly interesting dream I feel I must share. It occurred this morning, and I found it pretty awesome, until certain markings on Danny's hat were brought to my attention. At this point, the dream now concerns me.
I was in Danny's room. Sitting in his chair in front of the computer was Danny himself, typing away on AnthemRO. I was lying on his bed, facing the white roof. I was wearing his hat, along with that multi-striped quasi-hoodie as well as my black gloves.
I was just lying there, staring at the roof to the sound of soft keystrokes from that flat keyboard. No words had been said yet. It was a euphoria.
This trance was to be broken quickly, as I suddenly rose from the bed. I placed my left hand on Danny's chair, spun it around, and stopped it to have him face me. I was met by a look not of confusion, but of curiosity. I removed the gloves from my hands, threw them to the floor, and grabbed Danny's thighs. Curiosity turned to anxiety, as Danny was fully aware that he is a very ticklish man. I moved my hands up his thighs, and anxiety became panic as he batted my hands away and yelled in laughter.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Calmly, I placed a firm grip on his thighs again, looked up straight into his face, and said,
At this moment, I could feel the tenseness in his legs waiver. His face changed to one of acceptance, and he slowly fell back into a rested position on the chair. I released his jeans and moved my hands to his zipper. I noticed the nervousness return to his face, but I did not move my eyes from the task at hand. I slowly pulled the slider down, and moved his undergarment out of the way.
There it was, upright and hard as a rock. I could almost see the sweat on Danny's face from the top of my eye, but I knew this was supposed to be. I took a hold of it with my left hand. At this moment, he let out a breath. I moved my hand up his shaft, and the breath became a sigh as he tilted his head back and sunk into the chair further. I slowly increased my pace, guiding my hand up and down his beautiful Asian cock. I could feel it throbbing faster and faster within my grip as I continued to glide across it. After a short moment, I looked up to his face. His eyes were almost closed, trapped in a state of pure enjoyment.
"Do you like me?"
The only response I received was a moaned "Ugh". I had completely lost him in my touch. At this point, I felt that it was time. I moved my hand down, and bent my head over his head. Slowly, I wrapped my moist lips around the tip of his cock. I heard another moan as I slided his meat into my mouth. The only way I could possibly describe the taste was that it was akin to the way his hat smells. There was nothing particular about it, but it just seemed right. I rubbed my tongue around the head of his cock as it glided in and out of my mouth. My hair blocked all outside distractions, surrounding me with thin streaks of light penetrating the black strands. I could feel the skin slide across the harder flesh of his organ as I moved my lips along the length of it. I kept a slow, meaningful pace, salivating all over his cock. It felt like forever, and I loved it.
Suddenly, I heard Danny say something through the moans.
... it's coming."
With an almost popping sound from the suction, I pulled my mouth from his cock and grabbed the slobbered rod with my left hand, jerking rapidly. I looked up into Danny's face, and saw absolute joy. I was so mesmerized by his enjoyment I didn't even notice when he blew a thick load all over my face. I kept rubbing until I felt it go soft in my hand. My face and his hat were covered with semen.