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My dreams are cool
13 years ago
I had a dream where I was sitting in the lap of a tall, thin, blond girl. Now, I'm about 5'7", so she was easily taller than me. We were sitting at a small table with other people at it and she was giggling and talking to them, but at the same time she was holding me like a baby. I can't say I fully understand where this dream came from, but it was pretty cool.
In another recent dream, I ate this terrifying, many-legged insect that was about the size of my fist. Then I began vomiting while blood gushed from my nose. This dream was not so cool.
An older dream I had, a long-time friend of mine tried to sodomize me. When that didn't pan out for him, he introduced me to his sex slave who he then brutally murdered. Probably my worst dream of all time.
I had a dream where I lived in a future dystopian society in which pollution made everything brown and people were suppressed by a high-tech government. I wasn't myself in this dream; I was a man who lived in a slum with an android until government military police took the android away to some sort of futuristic prison. I tried to rescue my android friend, and in the course of wandering the prison, I found a gigantic room with these tripod walker mechs lined up against the wall. Somehow I didn't manage to free my android, but I escaped the prison and caught a ride to another city with some old friends that were none too happy to have a fugitive asking for their help.
We were driving along some sort of incredible highway with 10 or more lanes. I sat in the back of the car, being lectured by the person sitting in the passengers seat. He was telling me not to drag other people into my affairs, putting them at risk. His speech was cut short when we drove around a corner and slammed into a several-car pileup. We emerged from the car unscathed, mostly due to a swift brake from the driver, but the car was destroyed. Yet worse, one of the tripod walkers was standing in the middle of the highway, destroying passing cars with high-tech weaponry: it was stopping everyone unlucky enough to pass by just to get to me. I ran and slid down a cliff on to a beach where I hid behind an abandoned metal structure. We found a trap door that led into the metal structure, but I woke up before going inside.
In another recent dream, I ate this terrifying, many-legged insect that was about the size of my fist. Then I began vomiting while blood gushed from my nose. This dream was not so cool.
An older dream I had, a long-time friend of mine tried to sodomize me. When that didn't pan out for him, he introduced me to his sex slave who he then brutally murdered. Probably my worst dream of all time.
I had a dream where I lived in a future dystopian society in which pollution made everything brown and people were suppressed by a high-tech government. I wasn't myself in this dream; I was a man who lived in a slum with an android until government military police took the android away to some sort of futuristic prison. I tried to rescue my android friend, and in the course of wandering the prison, I found a gigantic room with these tripod walker mechs lined up against the wall. Somehow I didn't manage to free my android, but I escaped the prison and caught a ride to another city with some old friends that were none too happy to have a fugitive asking for their help.
We were driving along some sort of incredible highway with 10 or more lanes. I sat in the back of the car, being lectured by the person sitting in the passengers seat. He was telling me not to drag other people into my affairs, putting them at risk. His speech was cut short when we drove around a corner and slammed into a several-car pileup. We emerged from the car unscathed, mostly due to a swift brake from the driver, but the car was destroyed. Yet worse, one of the tripod walkers was standing in the middle of the highway, destroying passing cars with high-tech weaponry: it was stopping everyone unlucky enough to pass by just to get to me. I ran and slid down a cliff on to a beach where I hid behind an abandoned metal structure. We found a trap door that led into the metal structure, but I woke up before going inside.
Hatarla
~hatarla
lame, you should write a story about the last dream.
