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I Had A Dream The Other Day

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My father sent me a package with the keys to an apartment he left a few months ago and asked me to retrieve a box in it. The reason he moved out was because the complex was being remodeled as an asylum due to an abundance of people with psychosis in the town.

Once I get to the complex, I see guards with elephant guns all over the place. I'm told that if I wanted to go in, I'd have to park the car all the way across the outside of the complex meaning I had to cross the whole place to get to the apartment. I tell the guards and they let me in, but warn me it's dangerous because we have to by an intensive care center with berserk patients. Wanting to help my dad I go in anyway and the guards begin to escort me. As we go by smaller buildings you can see people ranging from Alzheimer patients, to people that hallucinate. As we went deeper, the patients were crazier.

As we get near the intensive care center, I call my dad to inform him. The guards go ahead without noticing. He tells me the box is very important and I shouldn't let anyone get it and told me to hold on to it until he could get it. As we end the conversation though, a couple of cages open releasing these men that go on a wild rampage. The guards try to stop them, but they aren't very lucky. I head off with the remaining guards who receive word that there's an unknown person in black letting the inmates out. I inform dad. He tells me the person is after our mystery box. I can't let him get it but here he is. Wearing a cross between a welders mask and a Stormtrooper helmet, he's got a rifle in hand. He starts shooting from the rooftops and telling us to back off and give him the box, or die. We keep going anyway as he shoots down more of the guards. We finally reach the building with dad's apartment.

After impromtpu sex with the lone female guard, we march up looking for the room but the man in the mask shows up. We hide, but I end up shot in the leg. The guard decides to go out and shoot and hope for the best. But as she gets shoot and killed, I'm able to hobble close enough to the man and toss him off and down a flight of stairs. After some moaping I finally reach the room and go in and find the box in a closet. But the masked man returns panting and injured. He confronts me and tells me I'm a fool for going through so much danger for a random box my dad left behind. I ask why he want's it and he responds "you didn't know your dad". He takes his rifle and begins to shoot, but him being hurt lets me get to safety despite my bad leg. Eventually, I throw the box to him but as he walks off I tackle him with a knife. I stop to contemplate and open the box. As I did that however, I get shot in the head. Another man in black appeared in the door. Revolver in hand. he grabs the box to reveal it's contents....


It ends there. I didn't get to know the contents either. Too busy with the bullet lodged on my head.
 
I had a dream last night where a woman I dated for about a month three years ago showed up out of nowhere with my name tattooed on her in three places and asked me for permission to have them removed.
 
i had a dream a couple nights ago about this girl i went to high school with for some reason we were driving in a car together and went under a bridge to a random under water muesem and there was a british guy explaining everything (at this point the car had randomly vanished) then me and the girl ended up sneaking off from the tour and having sex in a empty room.
 
My father sent me a package with the keys to an apartment he left a few months ago and asked me to retrieve a box in it. The reason he moved out was because the complex was being remodeled as an asylum due to an abundance of people with psychosis in the town.

Once I get to the complex, I see guards with elephant guns all over the place. I'm told that if I wanted to go in, I'd have to park the car all the way across the outside of the complex meaning I had to cross the whole place to get to the apartment. I tell the guards and they let me in, but warn me it's dangerous because we have to by an intensive care center with berserk patients. Wanting to help my dad I go in anyway and the guards begin to escort me. As we go by smaller buildings you can see people ranging from Alzheimer patients, to people that hallucinate. As we went deeper, the patients were crazier.

As we get near the intensive care center, I call my dad to inform him. The guards go ahead without noticing. He tells me the box is very important and I shouldn't let anyone get it and told me to hold on to it until he could get it. As we end the conversation though, a couple of cages open releasing these men that go on a wild rampage. The guards try to stop them, but they aren't very lucky. I head off with the remaining guards who receive word that there's an unknown person in black letting the inmates out. I inform dad. He tells me the person is after our mystery box. I can't let him get it but here he is. Wearing a cross between a welders mask and a Stormtrooper helmet, he's got a rifle in hand. He starts shooting from the rooftops and telling us to back off and give him the box, or die. We keep going anyway as he shoots down more of the guards. We finally reach the building with dad's apartment.

After impromtpu sex with the lone female guard, we march up looking for the room but the man in the mask shows up. We hide, but I end up shot in the leg. The guard decides to go out and shoot and hope for the best. But as she gets shoot and killed, I'm able to hobble close enough to the man and toss him off and down a flight of stairs. After some moaping I finally reach the room and go in and find the box in a closet. But the masked man returns panting and injured. He confronts me and tells me I'm a fool for going through so much danger for a random box my dad left behind. I ask why he want's it and he responds "you didn't know your dad". He takes his rifle and begins to shoot, but him being hurt lets me get to safety despite my bad leg. Eventually, I throw the box to him but as he walks off I tackle him with a knife. I stop to contemplate and open the box. As I did that however, I get shot in the head. Another man in black appeared in the door. Revolver in hand. he grabs the box to reveal it's contents....


It ends there. I didn't get to know the contents either. Too busy with the bullet lodged on my head.

Sounds like you've been playing too many video games. You play a lot of shooters ? Sounds like a cross between a zombie shooter, army of two (or in this case one), and the movie pulp fiction. Bizarre shit man. I can imagine that was a rather alarming dream to have had.


I had a dream a while back that has not left my mind. Since that seems to be the theme here I'd like to share it.

In my dream the world was informed that through some scientific anomaly, the planet Jupiter had went off it's gravitational rotation and was headed towards Earth. It would inevitably crash into the Earth, ending all existence and scientists had theorized that it would in fact settle into Earth's gravitational rotation around the sun upon doing so. In an effort to explore this scientific phenomenon that was occurring with Jupiter, NASA sent out an unmanned shuttle to enter Jupiter's atmosphere and send back as much info as possible to try and figure out what was happening. After the shuttle was launched and reached Jupiter, it was discovered that we had known very little about Jupiter, and that while we had thought it was a purely gaseous planet, that was simply all we were able to see. The shuttle went through the outer atmosphere of Jupiter and upon doing so it was discovered that there was actually a solid surface beneath all of that more comparable to mars and the outer gaseous atmosphere was like Jupiter's own ozone layer protecting the actual planet inside of it.

Once we learned of this discovery, NASA and a collective group of the worlds best scientists, engineers, manufacturers, world powers, aerospace experts, mathematicians and even philosophers gathered to ponder a solution to the problem, a way to see to it that mankind could live on in the face of extinction.

The world and it's resources would be united and pooled in an effort to take on the greatest challenge mankind had yet faced. The powers that be and the greatest minds in the world came up with a plan to create massive space shuttles the likes of which had never been seen or conceptualized before to take people from Earth to a new planet. Scientists concluded that with this new discovery of a habitable surface on Jupiter, we could send shuttles to Jupiter to build self sufficient bio-domes, recreating livable habitats under these massive globes that mimicked our very own. Once erected, that's when we would start to send people to live there until we had relocated as much of the planet as possible.

We could transfer most of the resources we have on Earth to this new domed Pseudo-Earth where we could begin farming, manufacturing, and building again until we were fully self sustained in these new bio-domes on Jupiter. Then, once it did engulf the Earth and settled into Earth's orbit, the planet would undergo climatic and atmospheric changes due to it's new position in the solar system, eventually and rapidly dissolving much of the gaseous shell of the planet, leaving only a small protective layer similar to our own ozone layer. Until then we could use machines to convert the gaseous layer into usable energy much like the natural gas we use here on Earth to power the bio-domes and the various machines we would use to filter and covert the air on Jupiter into breathable air in the bio-domes. It was to be a great migration to a new planet and a new civilization on another planet.

I didn't get to finish the dream to find out if it all worked, but we had plenty of time to make it all happen, everything was planned out rather well, and we seemed to have a new lease on existence that was soon to be carried out. It was one of the weirder dreams I've ever had.
 
Mine was something to do with there being a water slide on the roof of this apartment that I assume I lived in, that lead all the way to Llandudno in Wales, like 100 or so miles away. There was plenty of kids on the roof drinking in a huddle and I was only wearing my t-shirt and boxer shorts, but I was determined to get on it. I started going down the slide but some of the kids shoes or plastic bags came with me, so I held on to the side to apologize and try to throw some of it back up to them.

During the ride I realized I wouldn't be home in time for whatever I had to do the next morning, so I managed to get off somehow in an effort to get home. I managed to catch a train back into the centre of town because that is where I could get the bus back to where I lived. However, as I got off the train it was a strange scene. Huge cars and huge people. By huge I mean within the realms of possibility huge but all people like Viscera-sized people. And what's more, it was like an inner city like downtown New York area, everyone was tough and gave off a scary aura. Like being caught in a really bad area in real life. Some people were larger than others, some more overweight and so on.

This one not too tall but particularly fat guy stops me and points to a guy near him telling me 'that I need to show him some respect'. He's like a local big deal in the area and this guy is really forcing it on me to say hi or thanks or bow or whatever, I can;t really tell. So I pats the guy on the shoulder a couple of times nervously and say something like 'you're really great', I couldn't think of anything! He tells me to get my hand off him or he'll bite it off. Then he carries on walking. The original guy who stopped me is now mad that I didn't shows him respect or that I annoyed him so he goes into a mode of trying to prove his toughness to me. He tells me to superkick his head off or he's literally going to kill me. The dream ends as I'm rearing up to kick, Shawn Michaels style.

One of the more normal ones this time.
 
My father sent me a package with the keys to an apartment he left a few months ago and asked me to retrieve a box in it. The reason he moved out was because the complex was being remodeled as an asylum due to an abundance of people with psychosis in the town.

Once I get to the complex, I see guards with elephant guns all over the place. I'm told that if I wanted to go in, I'd have to park the car all the way across the outside of the complex meaning I had to cross the whole place to get to the apartment. I tell the guards and they let me in, but warn me it's dangerous because we have to by an intensive care center with berserk patients. Wanting to help my dad I go in anyway and the guards begin to escort me. As we go by smaller buildings you can see people ranging from Alzheimer patients, to people that hallucinate. As we went deeper, the patients were crazier.

As we get near the intensive care center, I call my dad to inform him. The guards go ahead without noticing. He tells me the box is very important and I shouldn't let anyone get it and told me to hold on to it until he could get it. As we end the conversation though, a couple of cages open releasing these men that go on a wild rampage. The guards try to stop them, but they aren't very lucky. I head off with the remaining guards who receive word that there's an unknown person in black letting the inmates out. I inform dad. He tells me the person is after our mystery box. I can't let him get it but here he is. Wearing a cross between a welders mask and a Stormtrooper helmet, he's got a rifle in hand. He starts shooting from the rooftops and telling us to back off and give him the box, or die. We keep going anyway as he shoots down more of the guards. We finally reach the building with dad's apartment.

After impromtpu sex with the lone female guard, we march up looking for the room but the man in the mask shows up. We hide, but I end up shot in the leg. The guard decides to go out and shoot and hope for the best. But as she gets shoot and killed, I'm able to hobble close enough to the man and toss him off and down a flight of stairs. After some moaping I finally reach the room and go in and find the box in a closet. But the masked man returns panting and injured. He confronts me and tells me I'm a fool for going through so much danger for a random box my dad left behind. I ask why he want's it and he responds "you didn't know your dad". He takes his rifle and begins to shoot, but him being hurt lets me get to safety despite my bad leg. Eventually, I throw the box to him but as he walks off I tackle him with a knife. I stop to contemplate and open the box. As I did that however, I get shot in the head. Another man in black appeared in the door. Revolver in hand. he grabs the box to reveal it's contents....


It ends there. I didn't get to know the contents either. Too busy with the bullet lodged on my head.
So you're dreaming about me now?

Not only that, but me and my subordinate (at least it reads that way) shoot you in the head and open the mystery box?

Sounds like the score of this dream is Killjoy 0, Stormtrooper 1.
 
So you're dreaming about me now?

Not only that, but me and my subordinate (at least it reads that way) shoot you in the head and open the mystery box?

Sounds like the score of this dream is Killjoy 0, Stormtrooper 1.

No. Don't recall him numbering things. Or boring me to death. I distinctly remember a lead bullet. Not a bullet point.
 
No. Don't recall him numbering things. Or boring me to death. I distinctly remember a lead bullet. Not a bullet point.
yeah, it was me all right. Bullet metaphorically representing bullet point, a type of list (which is what I've been known for). The dream-me said something about you being a fool, which is something I have said many times.

Face it, it was me. You dreamed about me, which is totally weird.
 
yeah, it was me all right. Bullet metaphorically representing bullet point, a type of list (which is what I've been known for). The dream-me said something about you being a fool, which is something I have said many times.

Face it, it was me. You dreamed about me, which is totally weird.

Yeah, but in real life the scorecard reads Killjoy 1 - Stormy 0.
 
I had a dream that my children would be judged not by the colour of their skin but by the content of their character.

I was trying to think of a racist way to make fun of you for spelling color with a u, thus showing how Dr. King's dream has still not become reality. Alas, I am not articulate enough.

Limey.

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