Dreams

[Lord_Data]

oh you know you want to post here about random dreams good or bad...or the worst(night terrors i like to call them)...i will post later as i need to remember some good oens

[Wolf]

Well I guess I can't post here that often because I don't remember my dreams that often when I wake, and the ones that I remember I end up forgetting them by the time that I get to the computer. I just know that the ones that I remember are extremely realistic and tend to be messed up somehow.

[Lord_Data]

i thought i told you all to respond to this:/

anyways...my plan was to post my own dreams as well but that isn't working since i am not sleep an aweful lot...th last one i can remember(and details are quickly fading)was me rescuing a young lady...this is actually a reccuring dream with a twist...can't remember from what...or who...or who the girl was...my guess is of course that it is the one i obssess over every waking moment...none the less my past couple dreams i can remember are about rescuing a female from danger...probably not odd...more dark...but they are my dreams...just slept for a couple hours and can't remember that dream i had...but i was in that half awake/asleep state so maybe i just wasn't dreaming...whatever

[eiraena]

the last dream i had that didnt have to do with those damn pills, was the most vivid dream i ever had...in it, i was on vacation, and i got a phone call on our cell that Satan had beat my kid with a baseball bat and that he was in the ICU, and she was in custody somewhere...but that no one could get ahold of his dad or step mom, and that he wanted me there...so we drove all the way home and when i got to the ICU it was sooo bad, like broken ribs and a fractued skull, the whole nine yards...and his sister was there too, and she was fairly hysterical about the whole thing too. i remeber talking to doctors, and cops and lawyers and all that shit. and when i woke up, i had the cell phone in my hand and i was on the edge of tears and it took like 10 minutes to realize that it ahd never happened.

so, as far as dreams go, mine are usually really believable only because my life is so twisted, but the worst part is they usually end up coming true in one way or another...i believe all my dreams are premenitions of thihgs, because they just always turn out to be in the end...so maybe someday you'll rescue bonnie and end up happily ever after, you never know. :wink:

[Paprika]

my dreams are usualy short little sceans with special guest stars, my last remembered one concered me at the bolwing ally with my P.E. class and i didn't have anyone to bowl with so I sat in the coner until it was time to go. When I left i walked into this very small hardeeze food estblishment in th eparking lot and in there was an attractive women with somewhat of a cynical attitude and a teen with ADD. The teen started saying stuff to me and wanted me to play with him, being nice I did and I talked to him. The woman was sweaping the floor as she came over to us and told me 'now your commited to playing with him everyday until her gets better' and for some odd reason I thought I would get sex if did, i'm a bum.....

[Paprika]

I just had one of the worse fucking dreams of my life and now I'm a bit afraid to goto sleep. :cry:


It was like broken down into 3 commonwealth parts.

1. i was being chased though the city by some guys who wanted to kill me. I knew they would find me, no matter where I hid.

2. I was going to meet the guys in the library for some sort of reason but I had the feeling they were gonna kill me.

3. An all out chase, these guys were shooting at me and had me tring to hide everywhere. Shit I don't want to have ANY those dreams again. I need to sleep to past the idle time, but I end up having dreams about how life is and how its gonna be.
I wish I were never born. I want so much but I can't have any of it, not even one thing. Not only dose that hurt but the fact I can't have a nice fucking life, the fucked up life that I have is eating away at me. and as usal if I wake up on my I wake right up into thinking about girls. Shit I hate my life. If only it were stuctured and I had control over it. If only I had goals, realistic goals for myself. It seems everything I do is A shot out of the damn dark. FUCK! I don't want to die at the moment because I'm afraid of dying having those dreams but it looks liek I may have to. All I wanted to do was mod my xbox, turns out I can't solder for shit and I fucked messed up my xbox so I gotta sell its parts to pay for better equipment and commit credit fraud to get a new fucking xbox. Just so I have motivation to clean my room, and then the rise in self-esteem from a clean room will enable me to do other much needed things. As a matter of fact I should clean my room now, it would give me a better grip on things I need to handle correctly now, like the shipping out of these parts to their respective new owners. I wanted to be in the forefront of the xbox hacking, but I don't know how to program shit. And I actually have the fucking nerve to call myself an engineer. SHIT! I don't want to take classes to do shit, i rather learn on my own. One thing that seems to help me is to sit in front of the air conditioner at night, with it blasting my face and listen to streaming radio from my computer. I dunno what I'm gonna do now. I am so undecided...