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I know we are all aware that dreams are fiction and most importantly unimportant compared to waking life, but i love when i have dreams with musical/famous/cool people in them, it's just wierd how your brain interprets them. i've recently had 2 dreams with Richard in them, the first one was i had just woken up and i went upstairs to my kitchen and him and his wife were there and he was just on his laptop and his wife was talking to mysister about me, she saw me and stared me down for a long while, i thought she wanted to kill me, then i tried so hard to be calm around Richard, i opened my laptop and showed him a song i made, as he was listening he was recording it and quickly made his own interpretation/mix. the second dream was when i was imprisoned, but the was a concert happeneing with him on one end of the arena, i was given a chance to go on stage because i won a raffle or something, still being a prisoner, i walked up to the stage, he was kind of trying not to look at me because he must have thought i was bad or something, but then i just walked up to him as he was doing something with this futuristic looking modular mixer that was creating wierd noises, he gave a me a dimebag of this brown mystical drug and said, "hey roll one up wouldya?" i did, but the cops were after me, so i could smoke one with him, i was so angry if you are still reading this, i really feel sorry for you, you must be bored, but thank you for reading this, and post some of your dreams |
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oh wow |
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I think we've all dreamed of Robert Downey Jr |
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I like to dream of him in the Iron Man costume, sweeping me off my feet and treating me like a woman should be. |
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I dream about Jeff Bridges rolling up on that scooter with a cigar in his mouth |
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i dreamt of pogo does that count |
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Awhile ago I had a dream of an xlt convention. Took place in this run down mini-stadium. Everyone was just lying on the cement floor in sleeping bags. Me and my friend were looking for Dog Belch, i guess my subconscious sees Dan as somewhat of an important forum character to converse with. I saw some other members too, can't remember which exactly. Was a very odd dream. This seemed like the thread to share it. |
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best pay attention to those dreams because you apparently have no life, waking or not. |
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once i dream about xlt. the green screen and watch the members online, i was abducted via techno-dream i know. now i dont remeber anything,all was a lie. |
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typical vague wtf dream. i'd probably go looking for tolstoyed. |
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you seem to be seeking approval from your idol |
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None of my dreams are nearly that coherent. Or pleasant. The teeth 1 I was on a huge ship, the camera (i've allways had multi angle shots in my dreams) pans over the seen. Everything smells like sticks and garbage. Everything is foggy and white. Opressive muggy heat ect. There are a lot of people all over the boat but that's not important. The camera cuts to me in a small cabin on the boat, white walls and a single bed. There is a rubbish cheap shelf and on it are school text books on serial killers ect. I pick one up and the music goes all subtle silent hill. I say to a freind in the room that this guy in the book was a disease. There is a loud fog horn sound and the horrible music picks up. Outside my cabin people are running through a hall and it's a massive panic, everyone wants to escape. I begin to run with them and the feeling of bits of people under my feet feels greasey like your fingers get when you eat doritos. As i run a voice talks over the crowd noise. It says quite vividly: "The black one, he dances. But you, you'll never dance". (wtf!) Anyway i keep running and things start getting floaty and in the slow motion the crowd seem to fade (not like they have diappeared but like the film has faded to a scene 5 mins later). I am out on the deck now and begin climbing a metal ladder down to a lower deck with some plump girl i hardly knew from school. The bottom of the ladder dosn't meet the deck so i jump down a little way. I help the girl down and we hug with reliefe that we escaped. Her back feels horrible, it's made of plastic with that fake woodgrain effect. As i slowly pull back the camera angle moves from my line of sight to just over my shoulder and reveals the face of THE TEETH. No eyes cos it dosn't need them, just an extatically hideous grin. It's open and the corners stretch back very very wide. Every aspect of it revels in my disgust and weakness. It can so easily destroy me over and over again. It is the mouth of every beast that has ever torn a human apart! end:) enjoy your rdj |
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sounds like david lynch directed your dream, especially with this line: "The black one, he dances. But you, you'll never dance". makes me think of classics like: we've met before, at your house don't you remember? i'm there right now, call me or you'll never h a v e me |
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if i dreamed about rdj, i think i'd throw myself under a train. |
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were you get that avatar, send a link |
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it's fat emo - he's cooler than you. in other news, a dream i had last night surpasses any kind of geekiness possible in dreams. here's a transcript from me telling a friend: 11:21 nils AIM 11:45 holy shit i just had the geekiest dream ever BatCadette AIM 11:46 ? nils AIM 11:48 so im like chilling on some roof with some people, and suddenly realize some of them have weird ears/foreheads 11:48 so its like "oh hey, theyre aliens." 11:49 and then it clicks - i'm on a holodeck program, and im sitting next to beverly crusher 11:49 so i start telling the computer to like give me a way comfier chair and make me all sorts of delicious drinks 11:50 the the ship comes under attack, but the computer doesnt want to let us leave the holodeck. somehow i get off and im running around the enterprise with a whiskey drink in one hand and a lightsaber in the other 11:50 i really dont remember much of what happened after that, but holy shit 11:52 fuckin geeky yeah? BatCadette AIM 11:52 yes. nils AIM 11:52 star wars and star trek in one dream. hell yeah sorry, i dont wanna bother to reformat the txt. |
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Everybody's dreams are so luvly :( |
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i had this dream once where i was in a bright room and i couldnt move and these weird grey skinny people with big black eyes kept prodding me and putting things in my butt. |
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"dude! visitors!" |
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i hope not, richard is just another person, but if i really met him in person, i know i'd probably just stand there, he's just accomplished so much, so it's kind of hard not to seek approval, or be in awe of someone like him, who you respect because the way their life is |
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i had a dream once with afx in it and he was talking in a cornish accent but when i met him he didnt have one |
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I had a dream about him when I was 12. He was eating soap. |
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no |
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who is this guy!? |
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