Dream of words

[Duvet]

Apr 30, 2008 16:00:12 GMT -5 solocityElectricCyan said:

I appreciate not existing on this list.

Seconded.

Just friends works out perfectly.

[hellomeow]

I couldn't possibly imagine having sex with either Patrick or Kuldeep, only hugging them.

[solocityElectricCyan]

HURRAY!

[Mikhail Kalashnikov]

'Sup

In this dream, it started out in 4th period of school, in Issues and Government class. I was just there, minding my own business, when the bell rang for 5th period. I went down to the lunchroom (5th is usually Computer Programming), and sat at a table (In the hallway). It was one of those big lunch tables, though, so after a couple minutes a lot of my Computer Programming class had joined me. Now, at this point, I realised that the bell was still ringing. The bell that usually only lasts 4 seconds at the end of 4th period and beginning of 5th period. Yes, still, after all 4 minutes that we usually get between 4th and 5th period. I was now getting very annoyed (The bell was situated exactly above my seat), and was positively convinced that my watch was somehow interfering with the school bell system. I could see the others around me getting annoyed too. We sat there talking about the bell for a good ten minutes, before I finally got up from our hallway table, and stated that I was going to the main office, to tell them that that bell was still going off (At this point I thought it was just that one bell which was malfunctioning). As I walked through the halls (Walking around the various other desks which were for some reason in the hallway), I realised that about 40% of the bells I passed were also going off. I reached the Main Office, and said something along the lines of "Hey... I was going to tell you one of the bells was still going off, but I think I'll ask when they'll stop now. " (One of the bells right in the main office was going off, so it was painfully obvious to them. ) I forget what they said, and then I believe I woke up, although I may have walked back to my table first.

It was my alarm clock the entire time.

My alarm clock said 6:53 (It goes off at 6:45), but my dream seemed a lot longer than that. Ah well.

Except a few minutes later I heard my mom yelling from downstairs. As it would turn out, it was 7:10, my alarm had gone off for about 20 minutes, her alarm clock never went off in the first place, and now I'm staying home from school because it would be inconvenient to do otherwise (School starts at 7:30). Also, the way I was sleeping, the alarm clock was just half a meter away from my head. On full volume.

Goddam, I never thought it possible to be driven completely and totally senile while sleeping... 20 minutes of a bell. YOU TRY IT.



Coincidentially, this reminds me of the time when my dad held a ringing phone to my ear while I was sleeping, and I started to say "Hello.... Hello... " in a fairly sleepy voice, while still sleeping.

[Hauskaz]

My first dream consisted of telekenetically sorting and shelving books in a library. From there, I somehow ended up sticking a load of assorted attachments to a SOPMOD M4 carbine.

I hate the M4 carbine...

[solocityElectricCyan]

M4s are fucking amazing. What are you on about?

[Hauskaz]

Colt AR-15 type rifles are pretty average. There are a lot of superior designs in terms of performance and ergonomics.

[Hauskaz]

God, I can't remember when this dream was, but it was pretty recent.

I was in computer science, writing code for Malaska Kurazi like usual. One thing was different though: the computers were those old ones from computer engineering. The particular one I was sitting at had one of those generic white Tandex keyboards. To the right of me though sat a mint-condition IBM Model M13 keyboard. There it was, with its amazing TrackPoint and black finish. I promptly swapped the keyboards around.

Somehow, this dream was significant, even though that's pretty much the height of it. Whatever, I revived this thread.

[solocityElectricCyan]

It's a good thread.

Also, I haven't remembered any dreams lately. I have nothing to dream about v_v

[hellomeow]

(09:04:46 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: I had a dream just now.
(09:04:49 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: And you were in it.
(09:05:22 PM) /Gu/ndam-Dude <3 Haru-ko: What was it about
(09:05:30 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: I can't remember all the details.
(09:06:04 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: It was kind of weird, because it was about school, it had all the students of the high school we attend now, but they were all attending the elementary school I used to atted.
(09:06:07 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: *attend.
(09:06:17 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: Excuse my poor typing, I am still rather lethargic.
(09:06:40 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: But I recall that you were holding up a wide array of T-shirt designs printed on laminated paper.
(09:07:28 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: And that you were examining them one by one with Danny and some other person by putting them one by one against a wall, and it was kind of disgusting because there was a half smoked cigarette on the ledge that you put them beside.
(09:08:34 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: Also, I distinctly recall that I had been granted a legitimate reason to leave class, and at that time I was hanging around one of Mr. Keenleyside's classrooms, and then I took out a strawberry icecream cone and began eating it while running outside towards you and Danny.
(09:08:55 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: You both ignored everything I said, and by the time the dream ended the bell had rung and recess was over.
(09:08:59 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: That is what I recall.
(09:09:31 PM) /Gu/ndam-Dude <3 Haru-ko: Pretty weird. I onlt find the part about the T-shirts a tad strange
(09:09:34 PM) /Gu/ndam-Dude <3 Haru-ko: *only
(09:09:56 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: Yeah, the T-shirts designs themselves were a little odd.
(09:10:41 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: They'd have things like a big picture that was made out of the same picture made 100 times smaller, and rearranged many ways.
(09:10:50 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: So it was like a recursive sort of collage.
(09:11:21 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: And there were also many things that I didn't really understand, like pictures of you drinking a can of coke with a caption under it.
(09:11:26 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: I can't remember the caption though.
(09:12:13 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: Also, I spent a great deal of time with my chemistry teacher discussing the properties of synthesizing LSD.
(09:12:29 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: But that was before I had a legitimate reason to leave school.
(09:12:41 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: I don't know why, but the dream itself felt very nightmarish and bizarre.
(09:13:04 PM) ☆´=^ω^=｀☆: Sorry if it seems boring or strange, I just can't stop thinking about it.
(09:13:25 PM) /Gu/ndam-Dude <3 Haru-ko: It's definitely strange
(09:13:38 PM) /Gu/ndam-Dude <3 Haru-ko: Dream of Words thread contribution?

[Hauskaz]

It's been a long time since I've had an awesome dream. I'm going to have to split this one into two parts though, as I'm going swimming at the Batten estate today.

Anyways,

it was a winter night. I was walking home from Anime North, which conveniently just so happened to be located on the intersection of Charolais and McLaughlin. McLaughlin in my dream differed from its real-like counterpart though. Rather than having several prisons on the left and housing on the right, it was a single-lane highway surrounded by wide open farming fields. Every once in a while there was a small half-finished barn under construction. Some were almost done and painted, while others were simply a wooden frame.

It was was a crisp, clear night. The dark blue sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and the never-ending fields were matted with a thin layer of snow and illuminated by a full moon. Everything lay still without any wind to disturb the snow. Traffic was non-existent. The silence was almost eerie.

I have just started walking home and had approached the first intersection. My wet footsteps were the only noise audible in the silent night. Diagonally across the intersection was a girl crossing the road. The intersection consisted of only stop signs, and there was not a single car in sight, so I began crossing myself. We were converging on the same corner.

We reached the corner of the intersection at the same time. The incredible silence of the night made me not want to respect it as I walked home, so I said hi to her. She was a rather nice pale Asian girl a few inches taller than me. My guess is that she was in grade 12 or her first year of post-education. She had short hair that extended to the bottom of her round-looking head. Her dark eyeliner gave off an emo vibe, and her incredibly Caucasian voice only contributed to this.

"Hey!"

Her response carried a cheerful tone which paired with her smiling face, quickly breaking this image. She was rather attractive. Her slender body carried rather average breasts, clearly visible as neither of us were wearing jackets. Rather, she wore a solid blue shirt and black jeans.

"You walking this way too?"
"Yeah."

From there, we proceeded walking along the empty road. We talked the whole way about all sorts of things, from our day at Anime North to the things we like to do as well as other general topics. The walk was long, but she was really easy to talk with. I felt like I was quickly bonding with her.

The road eventually led right up to the back of my house. We stopped on the driveway.

"Well, here's my house. Where do you live?"
"In a house "
"Heh, alright. Maybe I'll see you later."

I would indeed see her the next day, but the details of the next walk rest in part two of this writing.

I don't know if I've ever had a dream that spanned across multiple days like this one did. It's pretty cool.

[Duvet]

Strangely enough I had a pretty fucked up dream THAT I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED OH MY GOD. '

I was watching a television documentary about hockey players or something and the various hockey matches that were playing resembled the video game graphics of NHL 2002 (coincidentally I own it for PS2 yet never played). But anyways, during a commercial break it showed one of those typical hockey player skating towards the camera shots and when the hockey player stopped, the camera zoomed in towards his hockey stick and engraved in it was:

77WTFBrandon

After seeing that, I woke up in a daze sometime around 1pm but I eventually fell back asleep for another hour. But yeah, I don't get it.

[solocityElectricCyan]

I am planning to remember tonight's dream.

[Hauskaz]

The second day of my dream proved to be much more interesting. Upon overall analysis, the first day essentially became a buildup to this moment of the dream. Not since my imagination has absorbed Danny's cock have I had such a vivid and memorable dream.

The next day, I was once again walking home from Anime North. There are no details to elaborate upon between the breakup at the driveway and the beginning of the walk home the next day. The dream more-or-less fast-forwarded to this point after she walked off. Now, as I came to the same deserted intersection, she was already there waiting for me in the same outfit.

The day was the same as the last. There was not a sound to be heard, and the moon's brilliant glow lit up the barren and infinite fields with a blue tint. I crossed the intersection to meet her.

"So you waited for me, eh?"
"Yeah, I like you."

The walk was similar to the last day for a while. We talked about the events of the day as we walked down the silent road. We gawked at each half-finished barn we passed. It was a fun walk.

About a third of the way home, she suddenly stopped walking. I halted and turned around to face her. She stood with an intriguing pose, and with a suggestive tone said,

"You wanna do something fun?"

I wasn't quite sure what she meant by "something fun," but I agreed to go with her as she walked into the snowy corn field. She cut a straight path through the untouched snow and stalks towards a small barn which stood in an almost-completed state. There was no door guarding its internal shelter, and we proceeded in. The ground was matted with dry straw, but wasn't as pointy as I had expected it would be. She examined the barn with some sort of approval. I didn't know where this was going.

"What are we doing here?"

She turned around and said with the same suggestive tone,

"We're going to have some fun."

Finally, it clicked. She slowly walked towards me until we were staring directly at each other. Her head came closer, and I brought myself to her lips. I opened my mouth and connected with hers. I wrapped my arms around her and she did the same as our tongues rubbed together. She slowly slid her arms down my sides and towards my crotch, then grabbed my crotch. I moaned into her mouth as she began to gently stroke me through my pants. She continued for a while, then pulled my zipper down and took an unobstructed grip of me. Her soft hand felt so amazing as it moved up and down my shaft. I took my hands from her back and placed them on her breasts. They were soft yet firm, and fitted perfectly in my hands. She moaned back into me as I massaged her supple chest. We continued like this for a while until she disconnected from my mouth and kneeled down.

Without letting go of me, she wrapped her soft lips around my cock. It was the best thing I had ever felt. I almost wanted to lie down as she moved her lips up and down my shaft, rubbing her tongue against the sides of it. She had definitely done this before, and I was loving it. As short or long as it may have been, it felt like forever. I couldn't just keep going on like this though. It was time to go all the way.

I pulled myself out of her mouth, and she picked up the cue. She laid down in the hay and pulled off her jeans off. I slipped her wet panties down, and inserted myself into her beautiful body. She tilted her head back and moaned softly as I began thrusting myself into her. For such a skilled girl, she was incredibly tight and felt amazing. Too amazing. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long inside of her. This didn't matter though; I grabbed her breasts and kept thrusting. Her moans almost became shouts as I sped my pace up. I was getting there, but she seemed to be as well. I squeezed her chest and fucked her as hard as I could. Her tight body finally got the best of me.

With each thrust, I came so incredibly hard into her body. She let out a bursting cry as I repeatedly inseminated her. The moment never seemed to end.

I woke up and rubbed out my morning wood.

[solocityElectricCyan]

That was not a real dream.