I just got back from a trip from the east coast and havent slept in my own bed for about a week so last night I was soo exhausted from flying cross country I layed down and fell asleep instantly. (it was nice being back in my own bed) anyways I had this very lucid dream of Al Qaeda winning the war on terror because they develop flying warships that were pretty much unstoppable. It was like alien technology they got their hands on first and were able to conquer country after country. Rather than being destroyed the US gave al qaeda 6 trillion dollars and control of the country. (and no obama wasnt the potus that was giving the press conference) the strange thing was as soon as control was handed over all the terrorists starting become all buddy buddy with everyone like nothing had happened. then the US gave AQ a golden dragon that was valued at 6 trillion dollars as payment but it was a double cross as the dragon came to life and it was a fire-breathing al qaeda hating monster. it destroyed everything that remotely had to do with al qaeda in its sight. it could not be stopped at all. so ultimately the we won the war since none of the air warships al qaeda had could stop the dragon. yeah i dunno then later i had a dream where i was a new member of the entourage crew. i got into the escalade with turtle, E and drama and we were all giving drama crap because he got crapped on by a bird by the santa monica pier. anyone else have anything wacky going on in their mind lately when asleep?
Was that a dream or was that the plot of this season's 24? I'm plagued often with very strange and sometimes disturbing dreams. Two nights ago I had this dream where I was living in some sort of Orwellian state and had been sent to a reeducation camp. In the camp there were people who pretended to be your friend but were really working for the state. Anyway I got out of the camp somehow with somebody who I thought I could trust and we got to some sort of safe house, a run down walkup apartment. I go outside and I see agents of the state coming to get me and I run back up stairs to the apartment but when I come in through the front door I find that the layout of the apartment had been changed and I had been betrayed. I realized that the state was so determined to get me they would rearrange walls so I was goign to get caught and likely tortured. At that point I told myself it was a dream and woke up.
Last week, I had a dream that Steve Nash was chasing after my sister and I didn't want him to be macking on her so I got into his way because he was a douchebag. I don't remember the rest. Heh.
It's probably because Shaq knocked you out shortly after. The best dream I ever had was that Celine Dion exploded on my street. She dropped a can of coke, and it shook up so much that it blew her, and about half the houses on my street, away.
I was having a strange dream that I was in Iraq, presumably on an important mission. I was on top of this weird structure that was probably 20 feet high and made up of thousands of shiny black orbs. I couldn't find a way down and thought I was stuck, but then there was a ladder that wasn't there before. So I climbed down to continue on whatever my mission was, and then these two wild dogs showed up and attacked me. I kept trying to shoot them, but every time I pulled the trigger, the hammer would click and there would be a second's delay before the gun would actually shoot. The dogs were smart enough to avoid the shots, and just when they started to tear me a new one, my alarm went off.
ah...the golden dragon was akin to a modern-day trojan horse trick. me likes. i was thinking the other day that those humvees the tabiban stole from the supply trucks convoy could be tracked and those would lead us to osama bin laden as he posed with the humvees for a propaganda photo shoot. then, we just blow the damn thing up and him along with it. too bad we probably can't track the humvees because we probably didn't think of that. we should rig them with hidden gps finders and let them fall into taliban hands. then, wait to blow it up when the timing is right. it will probably work better than whatever the hell we've been doing...hiking through mountains is it?
Every person, every action, every word spoken, everything that happens in your dreams, is all you. There is no deep meaning to dreams. Your mind is just playing around with images and thoughts which were clanking around in there, nothing more.
In the interest of keeping this forum clean, here's my latest weird dream in a spoiler tag. Spoiler The other night I had a dream, err...nightmare...where (not necessarily attractive) women were suspended in water chambers completely naked with their legs back over their heads and were having white, almond-sized pellets scooped out of their vajay-jays by tiny measuring cups.
