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General dreams thread

I had a dream where the Lizard from Spider-Man was on Countdown and he ended up dating Rachel Riley and I thought "good for them!" Other stuff happened too but that's all I really remember.
 
Turkey Baby

I was in our family kitchen preparing a bird, perhaps a small turkey or a large chicken, I am not sure. It sure was brown however. As I took it out of the oven and went to turn it over it slowly turned into a baby. A very needy baby who needed feeding. I asked my mom "WTF was going on?" But we both barely had time to answer as it was just crying and crying, of course it was crying, it was a turkey a moment ago, but then suddenly I felt this love towards it as if it were my own, and now I was going to raise this darn thing up, but I had no idea how! It just kept on turning from this brown color turkey into this baby that was crying and I fed it with a bottle, and then I am pretty sure I woke up.
Thank God.

I know I dreamt about other things last night as well, pleasant things. Cannot remember them right now.
 
Ha Ha! I didn't even think about that thread.

Next dream:

Last night I dreamt about someone who has not arrived in the village yet. Calves are all you need to know about that one.
Then I was with my family again, and when I was in the city I had forgotten my wallet so my grandma (who is not on this earth anymore) and I take off in her huge F150. I discover her brakes are spongy and I begin asking her if she has had maintenance done on her truck and then I woke up.
There are more details, but not entirely interesting to me. I think I dreamt about my doctors office as well.
Whenever I have driving dreams-I end up driving through stores and on sidewalks-but like it is normal-it is as if my vehicle suddenly shrinks and I can go places I normally could not go.
 
Had a dream where I was writing/in an episode of Family Guy. It's weird because I haven't watched it for over five years (because it's shit) but it really felt like a real episode. I can remember most of the script and feel like writing it down and sending it to Seth McFucker and then I'll become the new head writer on the show because this dream was actually a vision of the future. But I won't do that.
 
The other night I dreamed I rang eggs up on the phone, and he was working as a doctor, and for some reason his name was Phil, but when he realised it was me he started talking slower and slower until he was saying nothing at all, and eventually I just put the phone down.

Not the most exciting dream ever, but since it was MF related I thought I would share.
 
A few nights ago I had this dream that it was a post-apocalyptic world, desolation everywhere. And then the chick that once tried to burn my house down fell out of the sky and onto my dick.

I have no idea what this means.
 
I don't generally have classic nightmares. But I actually had one the other night. Standard restless night dream that keeps shifting. Toward the end I was working at a hardware store or something and I was trying to get promoted. Then I was driving somewhere in the borrowed mid '80s F-150 I had and the guy who was riding with me was no longer my vaguely defined buddy. He was much larger and covered in a blanket or something. When I tried to figure out what was going on, he jumped across the cab and onto me. About the time I was going to see the horrible face I knew was under the cloak and he was likely to bite my face off or something, I decided to wake up. And it was just like that. "Hmm. I can't push him off or overpower him and this is clearly a dream and I don't like where it is going, so I'm going to wake up now."

That's an interesting quirk (or two) about my dreaming: I kind of lucid dream. But not really. Normal people, when they lucid dream, they fly and screw Natalie Portman and things. Even though I know I'm dreaming, I stick to the script. It would be absurd for me to just start flying, so I just continue to do whatever I'm supposed to be doing to make the dream story work. I don't know if it is an extreme Lawful D&D alignment or a dedication to improv, but that's what I do.

The other thing, which may be TMI, is I don't have sex dreams. Well, I do, but I pretty much always get cockblocked in them. On the rarest occasion, I'll get naked with a girl; once or twice I may have even got some head, but when it comes time to do the deed, the phone always rings or there's a knock at the door or some other perfectly logical interruption. :shrug:
 
I don't have sex dreams often but I did have one where I was having sex with Keira Knightley and she was wearing a NAZI armband.
 
Some girl told me today that she had a dream about me last night.

I accidently stepped on a small child and broke his leg or something!

WTF

oh my gosh
 
I had a dream the other night where I was Batman, but everyone knew I was Bruce Wayne, so I didn't bother with the costume any more.

I still lived in my mums flat on the 11th floor, but when bad guys blocked the only stairs, it turned out I had already planned ahead for that, and had bought all the flats below mine, and build more stairs through all of them, and escaped though those with two busty models.
 
Had a dream last night where I read a previously unpublished Lord of the Rings prequel (set between The Hobbit and LOTR) where Frodo went on an adventure. At first I was shocked thinking "but Frodo never did anything exciting before LOTR!" but the more I read of it the more I enjoyed it. Isn't it said that you can't read in dreams? I was definitely reading a big hardcover book that doesn't exist in this dream.
 
Had a wretched cold for 2 weeks and counting. When it manifested on a Tuesday, I tried to work through it for various reasons and by Friday I had to go home at lunch to sleep, shivering in a pool of my own sweat. But last weekend I finally started sleeping comfortably and had a nifty early dream (woke up as it was winding down and noted the time was 12:22am). I was at some kind of military museum or academy and we were putting on a demonstration with the historical tanks. Only they were historical tanks in a weird alternate reality sense like the armor suits in the 1989 Batman movie. The one I was in had a big paned, smoked glass window on one side and it was the size of a room and didn't move. I think it wasn't completely restored or something. One of those things that makes sense in a dream but is absurd.

Anyway, the instructor group had the best tank and they had decided to not reenact but to actually start killing us. And since our tanks were all crap, some of us dismounted to try to use infantry tactics to take them out. They didn't have any infantry support so we were hoping bazookas and Molotov cocktails would be more effective than our worthless underpowered guns. So I went out onto the grounds to try to draw them out into the open and set them up for the anti-armor team. Of course just about the time they spotted me I had something hobbling my legs while I was trying to make it across the yard and up a ladder to the roof of the main building.

I felt a bit bad and like a failure that I was going to be on the roof and hadn't thought to bring any Molotov cocktails--and because my friends were going to be down on the ground with the tank while I was (relatively) safe. He was making preparations to just completely take out the building and all the bystanders inside it around the time I woke up.
 
Had a dream where Piers Morgan was holding me prisoner in a big house full of magazines. Think he had an eye patch.
 
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