Be at a gig

connection must be bad down under
or in afterlife

i once dreamt that i was a monkey swinging around on a huge bridge. felt pretty good tbqh

I once dreamt that the nukes were launched and we tried to stop it from happening. I eventually found myself thinking it was useless and just put one of those white garden chairs on the desert sand to enjoy the spectacle. It looked so neat and the blastwave felt so real. Not scared either.

i dreamt there were 3 giant black horses rampaging through a park hunting my family and friends, they had half nig faces and i woke up in a cold sweat. refused to accept that and fuckin put my head back on the pillow and started slashing em up with a sword.

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I dreamt she was back

>tfw every night

Dream thread

That makes sense I get

iktfb, but you have to realize that she moved on, her feelings for you are no different than your feelings for a complete stranger

I had a dream the other night that a pack of dogs was attacking me and tearing away at my skin but I had a knife and was stabbing them in the throats as I was barking and yelling at them

I keep a dream journal where I write down my dreams. Here's my most recent entry (I haven't written to it in a while)

Jan 4th 2017
The first part of my dream involved me and Fiona being in either a D&D game or a video game that was controlled by mom. We were fighting a massive, crab-like manifestation of mom’s rage, which didn’t really resemble my mom when she’s mad at all. It was several times taller than us, and several times wider than it was tall. We were battling it in a large barn like area, with several levels and a lot of weird ramps. The creature in some way resembled Urgot from League of Legends, though I didn’t think of that in the dream. At one point we were close to defeating it when the time that we had left to play was coming to an end, and soon thereafter we would have to travel to Abilene.
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In a quaint little village which vaguely resembled Abilene, I was waiting on the train. Someone angrily stood on the tracks of the train as it was on route, and the train, being small, was able to stop before it hit her. The conductor got out and the woman began to yell at him, asking why a train needed to come into town anyway now that everyone had cars (she didn’t like the noise it made as it passed). The train conductor explained to her in a sheepishly southern manner that the train was really useful for moving things long distances, and that it could move many things at once so it was cheaper. She was pacified by this, and the train rumbled into town. I got a bag of specialty flour from the train, which costed 7 dollars. A chubby, elderly woman asked why I would spend 7$ on a bag of imported flour when you could get them in town for 1.25. I thought it was best to get the fancy flour, as it was the best thing for making crumbly pies, even better than using regular flour and smashing butter into it.
I entered a tent set up in town, with a woman who sold calligraphy. She mentioned that the sign hanging from the poles which kept the pagoda shaped tent up was made by her late father. I thought she was nice, but didn’t want to buy anything of hers because it was all expensive. I traveled through her tent to a Target-like store, bag of flour in tow. When inside I was looking out at the toy section, when an asian gal who I recognized from middle school (not real life middle school) bent over in front of me to get a DVD. She looked at me over her shoulder, and I didn’t want her to think I was staring at her ass so I started walking to the toy section. She got up and was also walking to the toy section, but ahead of me so it looked kind of like I was following her. I “followed” her to a dead end aisle. Where I pretended to be interested in a fireproof safe. There was also a 70$ turbo water gun.

I was then following the story of a guy who spelled out his life on a piece of paper, like one might for a school assignment. He claimed to have been born, the moved around frequently as a child. He was chubby, and I felt sorry for him. He seemed sad and like the kind of guy everyone thought was a loser. His presentation was a piece of paper laid out like a simple game, the kind where you follow a road with squares that loops around the page and has events off to the side. He was in his twenties, and the game road ominously ended in his death when he was thirty. An old man on facebook kindly suggested that he not make a game-board that suggests he would die soon, as that was negative thinking. The chubby lad replied that he was probably going to off himself by then. His voice was was somewhat sad but mostly manner-of-fact. He signed up for a swedish game show where pathetic-looking men have a boxing match with athletic but untrained women, kind of a female vs beta male type thing. Someone speculated that only men who wanted to abuse women would sign up for that kind of thing, but I thought he was just in it for the chance to make a buck, as he didn’t seem enthusiastic to fight.

He went out into the ring in boxers. He had kind of a farmer’s tan, it was evident he went outside a lot in short sleeves, which made his fat pale belly look especially pathetic. He was up against a super butch long haired blond woman, who won the first round while he sort of pathetically flailed his fists. While they were waiting for round two, she pulled off all of the hair on the sides of her head, revealing it to be velcroed on. The lad’s trainer told him to think of her as a man, and the lad imagined what her skeleton must look like, it appeared glowing and blue in his mind. Round 2 began, he charged into the ring, and put his full weight behind his swings. I didn’t get to see what happened then, because evidently this was on TV, and I was wandering about and left the room. The crowd seemed ecstatic, and it seemed that he had won. My family, who was also watching it, paused it. I asked if they would turn it back by 10 or 20 seconds, and speculated internally that he must have hit her so hard her feet left the floor. I never got to see if he did.

I have no idea what any of this means, but I thought it might be interesting

I miss him.

>haven’t had a dream in a long time
>when I do I imagine I’m in a loving stable relationship
>wake up

I dreamed I was the leader of a new and upcoming gang and my right hand man was a ripped demon and then we made out. I think we were about to fuck but then my wife woke me up. Heh.

i miss him lads

Same. Cannabis user?

one time i had a dream i cut my dick off with scissors while on the toilet