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Dream Thread X: The Color Of Your Dreams

(Because going with "The Dreamening" would be something non-cool people would do)

It's this time of the interval between too dream threads again. Or rather, exactly not the time between those threads. In case you are particularly slow: It's this thread. A dream thread!

Two days ago I had a dream, I did not really think about it though until before I went to bed again at the and of the day and wrote it all down. Now, that's sort of strange for me. I don't usually remember my dreams that long unless I actively try to and they aren't as vivid as that usually two. Anyway, as I said, I wrote it down. Not in Word or some other word processor. No, I did it in an empty chatroom. I copypasted it before I went to sleep though. The following details my dream of two days ago, as written in that chatroom, with some typos I could see while glancing over it removed.

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So I'll tell you what I dreamed yesterday. It's funny, because usually I don't remember them too well, and this one was very vivid, although trippy. Possibly brain-bending.

I was in this psychedelic endlessness. There were all colors of the rainbow, mostly yellow, green and purple, though. Sometimes, only for instants, there would be shapes, which my mind could translate into concepts, somehow. Then I found stairs downwards, even though there was no ground and no walls [no ceiling either, duh].

I went downstairs and reached a black room, with only one round table with a sheet of paper on it. On that paper was written one word. But I couldn't make it out because my vision was blurry (it was all this time, that's important). Somehow I was drawn into that paper. I was now completely engulfed in white. The only thing that wasn't white was a tiny black dot far away. I went to that black dot, and as I came closer and closer, eventually I was surrounded by that black. There were many small lights though. I wandered (floated?) around for a bit...

Now I saw that my vision was blurrier than before. I came close to one of the lights, and circling around that light was a familiar looking sphere, which I thought to be the planet earth. I decided to go there. I went through the clouds and saw the continents. Europe, Africa, parts of Asia and even a bit of America. They were subtly different I think. but I might not remember that too clearly [something was definitely off, though]. So I went closer and reached the piece of land that is known as Germany. I went even closer and saw a small village, then I saw a house. I went into that house and there was a sleeping man. I believed that was me, but my vision had become even blurrier by this point. But it had to be me. I entered that man (not via any orifices, to be clear) And once again I was in this psychedelic world. The colors were slightly different, that I could tell. I found the stairs again, I went down the stairs and reached the black room with the round table and the paper again. I couldn't read the word. Again.

Suddenly I felt a pull. It's hard to describe. But I was drawn away, back through all this. Back through funny color land, out of the man, leaving earth, the universe, the white, the room with the word. I could see the word again at this point, but I couldn't make it out, as my vision was still blurry. However I got drawn out further. Or maybe what I saw was pushed away from me? It went on like this. Psychedelic, man, planet, universe, beyond, psychedelic. On and on, and each time I went through that circle my vision became a bit clearer, but I also went faster, so I couldn't read the word. I went through that circle so many times I lost count. All of a sudden I became slower though, until I came to a halt, only for an instant. In that instant I was in that black room with the word. And my vision was crystal clear, clearer than in real life [???].

I could see the word. But I could not understand it. They were all familiar symbols, but none of our regular latin alphabet, and they didn't look much like anything I knew, but still familiar. Anyway, that instant was now over. It was like I got slingshot back into the white, into the black with the many white lights, onto planet earth into the house and, lastly, the man. The next thing I remember was the ringing of my alarm clock.

EDIT: Hey, the best part is I can write a song about it and it would even fit the theme for my album. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaaa!
EDIT2: Hah, yeah http://krachfabrik.bandcamp.com/track/dream-a-little

A few years ago (it's a bit hazy) I had this dream,.
It began with a man, I knew he was my rival but an immensely strong rival, unbeateable to the sense that I was instantly overcome by a sense of despair. So I ran and ran and ran and soon the place I was in was empty. From afair I could see a errible land, where great sins where committed against a people above which I saw the most beautiful star I had ever seen. I admired it from afar for a while before seing out after i, but the more I walked the farther it got- I could not approach it. I soon realisedthat my quest would not be complete until I had freed the land I had seen- that they were the star. I marched into Hell to defeat all sin and thus free them, I fought to the end- my quest was hopeless, I could not win, but I keep on fighting for only that way would I be pure, would the world be pure, wouldd the world have an example of a good heart, of a man battling through his scars, reaching trying to reach the impossible kingdom.
It was beautiful. I wrote a song abou it

A long time ago, at about the age of 7, I had a dream. Its still hazy, but I remember some details.

The background was blank at first. But it slowly filled out in small detail. A large amount was still blank white. The existing scenery seemed to be an empty saloon and other such scenes out of a western movie. I can't remember what lead to the next part, but I was in a fight.

I couldn't see my opponent though, because for whatever reason my mind was too lazy to properly envision him. I know he was some stereotypical black hat western villain.

I was essentially battling an invisible cowboy. Pretty sure I lost. I had the dream several times after the fact though. At a different point, I managed to disarm him (he had some weapon or item that was special in some way) and give chase. Towards the end, I think I defeated him. I also recall some friend, whom I have not seen in the longest time, aid me in the endeavor once. After defeating him, I never dreamed of the invisible cowboy again. He was gone. But the memory was still there. It will always be with me.

I hope you have been enlightened.

Last night I drempt about a Calvin and Hobbes strip that doesn't exist, where Hobbes talked about a movie that doesn't exist, which apparently involved a grown man with an imaginary friend as a plot point. I remember thinking (within my dream) that it was a clue towards Hobbes not just being a figment of Calvin's imagination, as Calvin had never seen said movie (which my dreamed-up-self thought was "Being John Malkovich", which has NO plot points to that effect), while Hobbes HAD.

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Originally Posted by Locke coleman

...where Hobbes talked about a movie that doesn't exist, which apparently involved a grown man with an imaginary friend as a plot point...

This is relevant to your interests.

It's safe to say that I am very impressed with my subconscious at this point:

Had a dream one night where I was on a luxury space ship that was sucked out of reality and into a dark void.This drove all the animals crazy and made them try to kill us, and there was also a dark force waiting around every corner to steal you out of existence. The captain, his crew, his daughter, and I started investigating what was going on and we soon ran into a malevolent alien force with a pyramid styled palace/spacecraft that was also in the void. We didn't know if they were the abductors or if they were in the same trouble we were.

The captain, his daughter, and I were transported into the pyramid but there was nothing living there to greet us. A few "unnatural" things came out of nowhere so the captain made a sacrifice by facing them off and jumping down this elevator shaft which had openings all throughout it with the "things" jumping out at him. He went down there and we had to move on without him. We arrived in the control room and we found this machine with an A.I. that had gone crazy and sucked us into the void with them since they couldn't escape themselves.

The daughter, Caroline or Connie, and I disabled the machine and found a way to beam us back onto the ship, but disabling the machine meant that it was going to explode and take our ship with it. When we were back on the ship we were happy to see that the captain had survived with a few scratches and he was trying to pilot our ship through the void and away from the coming explosion.

But we couldn't move so we thought we were going to die but when it exploded, we were thrown back into reality because the alien ship was the tether that was keeping us there. The animals were back to normal and everyone was happy. But there was one corridor where people were still disappearing in that the Captain warned us all to stay away from.

Caroline/Connie took me back into her room to have a drink but when she went into a closet to get something there was a loud thump and she disappeared. I was freaking out so I ran back to the bridge to tell the captain and form a search party. We went back to Connie/Caroline's room and we looked in the closet only to find her in there with a broken neck. The captain and the party tried to take me in for questioning but I knew they wouldn't believe me that it had been the dark force from earlier so I ran.

They chased me all the way to the disappearing corridor on level six where I had no choice but to run into it and vanish. I found myself sitting on a sand dune in a large desert, just trying not to break down over what had happened.

I'm considering making it into a fanscript for Doctor Who.

I hardly remember my dreams but, When I do they are always Months long and Epic (story style) like. They always become my obsessions for a long time as at times they are extreamly good stories that I could never ever write. I have told most of them to you guys but rather then have ya'll dig though the dream threads I will grab some for you
http://www.nuklearforums.com/showpos...2&postcount=23
http://www.nuklearforums.com/showpos...2&postcount=36

Some of my best story material comes out of my dreams. I have one game titled "Wayward Sun" that came to me that way. I still go back into the text file to read it pretty frequently. It's just so good! WAY better than anything I could come up with while awake.

Basically, I have three types of dreams: dreams about being myself where I'm usually in familiar locations with familiar people, dreams that are just delightfully (or sometimes terrifyingly, since my nightmares lie here) messed up, and dreams where I get grade A story material.

I don't remember most of my dreams, and the ones that I do remember are usually not that great.

The most recent one that comes to mind is one where I was stuck in a straight-jacket and padded room in an asylum. I wasn't really crazy, yet, I was just there for some arbitrary reason that my dream's narrative never really made clear. However, being inside that room was making me crazy. The straight jacket was the worst part. I couldn't really move my arms at all. They were tied behind my back in an annoying way I no matter how I tried I couldn't get them out. It wasn't extremely awful, its just that I was getting really antsy and trying to fidget and couldn't because my arms were tied up in the sleeves of the jacket. It slowly drove me nuts. Eventually I got an itch on one of my arms that I couldn't reach over and scratch. Just sitting there in the dark unable to move just kept bothering me and bothering me and bothering me. I couldn't stop thinking about the straight-jacket and not being able to move my goddamned arms. At the moment it seemed so unbearable that I would completely snap, I woke up.

I was wrapped up in my blankets in such a way that I couldn't move my arms.

I laughed, then cried.