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       Welcome to the dust covered, poorly lit section of my page. This page originated as a place for people to share dreams, sleep related tales, and describe why they 'Question Sleep'. The combined strangeness of us all has culminated in the finished product you see below. While this does mean I'm no longer accepting entries to this page, it will remain up for all the newcomers to see, and perhaps even some of you oldtimers who missed a few of the final entries. My congratulations and thanks to everyone who helped me complete this page. Now, read on, as I'm sure you will find something of interest.


Grand Total: 85 entries






Category: nightmare

Most of my nightmares involve things out to get me. Like the time my friend had to be rebuilt using mechanical components, but what they never told us was he had to have a complete brain overhaul too (he had horrible brain damage) and still wasn't quite right. He went on a killing spree, and you can guess who his first target was.

The nightmares that don't involve things directly out to get me often involve the esoteric. They particularly revolve around one of two places: a mansion that was built in our family's name that wasn't built quite right and harbors horrible things, or the old farm house my father's family lives in (or at least, that is what it is meant to be). Two nights back, I had a nightmare where I was staying in the latter house. It was winter. My mother and step-father were there, as well as the bulk of the the family. My cousin was older and had a large room with a windo that constantly iced over. The designs it iced in were strange, eerie designs that resembled faces twisted into eternal screams of rage and terror. Then, one night, I was left in that room, alone, in the dark. The eyes of these creatures started to glow red. They ice started to melt and I could see the actual faces of these things. They moved and shifted and screamed at me. Finally, I picked up some inscense, lit it, and traced a circle around myself. But it didn't work, and the things started coming towards me. I screamed and cried, but they still came forward.

Then, I woke up. I could still see one or two of the faces if I closed my eyes, and, needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night.

- Dragongrrl

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Category: falling alseep

I never have liked sleep. It keeps you from the more valuable things in life like hanging out with your friends at Eat n Park at three in the morning. Lately, i've been getting less and less sleep. Last week, i went thirty-eight hours straight without eating or sleeping. A few days later, i woke up around 2 pm, worked 6.5 hours at the gargantuan weasel, hung out with friends, went to school, worked 8.5 hours, and then finally conked out on my bed. Unfortunately, i didn't wake up for a long time, where i slept dreamless sleep. if i'm gonna sleep, i should at least entertain myself with dreams and/or nightmares, but i don't. I hate my subconscious. In my nightmare, dark and dreary As i sit here, weak and weary I sip my coffee, it is creamy I shall sleep, nevermore

- Lemming

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Category: other

I awoke one sunny, Sunday morning to see these huge green eyes outside my window, but I was not afraid. Somehow, I was already dressed, so I jumped out of my bed and went outside and there was my cat Raven, as big as my house. Despite her midnight black coat, she had huge white angel wings. she laid down on the ground and let me climb onto her back. She took off into the air, I could feel the cool air blowing through my hair, and I stroked her fur,laughing. We fly over to my highschool where she proceeds to spit massive fireballs lighting the whole central quad on fire, I am laughing my ass off at this point and I tell her to land in the Math quad. She does a nose dive into the middle of the quad where i jump off her back. Then, out of that damn Monty Python cartoon, she stands on her hind legs and begins smashing the shit out of the classrooms, while spitting out more fireballs. Her eyes were glowing bright red, and was laughing so hard i could barely move. She then begins to! roar loudly and she dug her cla ws deep into the cement walkways, where lava comes spewing out. I jump onto her back and we take off, flying over the city, spitting fireballs and causing all sorts of mayhem. The funny thing was, there was no one there, but we had the greatest time. I awoke to see my beautiful cat (at her normal size) sleeping on my chest. She was sound asleep and purring very loudly. I scratched her head and felt very good. I had a great day after that.

- The Horned One

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Category: waking

I"woke" one morning to find a Great Beast staring in my second story window, I ran outside to see it, it was huge, real tall and winged. its neck was like a girraffes but longer, more flexible and covered in an orange brown shaggy hair its face was like a lions with human lips and eyes. and, yes, its teeth were long and sharp. It spoke my name and then would only laugh at me. This happened when I was about four or five and I still dont know if I woke up again to find myself "concious" or not. Let me share one more experience from my youth... I was being watched by my youngest brother( hes 11 years older than I am )I must have been four or five, it was dark outside and must have been getting late because he told me to go to bed, we shared a room. I went in and lay down, when suddenly the closet door swung open by "itself" and from out of the closet came a large biped of extremely obese stature. I cant remember its face, only that it had "wierd eyes", but I do remember that it was dressed in the pajamas they give "really" young kids, y'know with the foot covers on them? They (the pajamas) were faded yellow and came up over its head in a hood, also yellow, with big fabric bunny ears on it. It was holding an easter basket and proceeded to dance around my room singing in a high pitched voice. It then stopped singing and led me over in front of the still open closet door, Ilooked inside the closet and to my horror I saw a world of cardboard cut out stage scenery, all painted in pastells, rolling hills, clouds, a smiling sun, but the floor, or ground, was wood( even though the closet was carpeted) and Iremember what scared me was that it was so dark in between the obviosly fake "props" the creature wanted me to go in there with it. But I ran out of the room and got my brother. He got very angry with me, told me to quit fucking around, there were no monsters in the closet(of course not, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.) And I damn well better be asleep in 15 minutes. He then left the room. As soon as he was gone the closet door swung open and I ran out and wouldnt leave my brothers side for the rest of the night.

- agent orange

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Category: dream

I had this dream that I was a paper-girl on a little unicycle in this happy little neighborhood, kinda like the one in Edward Scissorhands. Then I ran over a stone and I went flying off my unicycle, into a gutter. Then it like froze or something, and it just showed my unicycle for about a minute. Then it switched over to this little cartoon world, kinda like Cool World, but not really. It looked kinda like cartoon hell. There were these little devil vampire rabbits that led me (now a cute, cartoon skater-chic lookin girl) down this narrow flaming path. They led me to what was supposed to be Satan, yet he looked kinda like a cartoonified version of MCA of the Beastie Boys. Then we sat down and drank bloody tea with Bradley Nowell of Sublime and Freakazoid. And we were all cartoons. It was cute. Then me and Freakazoid made out in the fire. (He's a GREAT kisser..)

- Erika

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Category: dream

I have a rather interesting story for you. As far back as I can remember I've had vividly real dream friends(?), heck, some little man taught me spelling when I was 5-7 years old! Anyway, in about this same time frame I had one particular friend who would always be with me in my dreams, a little boy about my age. I don't remember exactly what he looked like (though I think he had blonde hair and blue eyes), or even what his name was, but he was my best friend and I loved him dearly. The dreams were always different so it wasn't a recurring dream, more like we were just dreaming together. This went on for many years until I was about 10. Then, one night, I had a dream the world had been taken over by vampires and everyone was one except me and my friend, in the chaos of being chased I lost track of him and ended up seeking shelter in a nearby house, locking myself inside. Of course this didn't stop the vamps, they broke one of the walls down and came after me...leading them w! as my best friend. They'd got hi m. Crying he walked slowly up to me and said he was sorry, he had to do this. Knowing I was trapped and that he had no choice, I cried with a nod and let him walk towards me. With one last, heartbroken look to say he was sorry he pulled me close and killed me. He hasn't been in my dreams since...

- Darkwolf

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Category: other

Most people have had experiences with driving while extremely tired, I believe myself not to be an exception to this rule. But I would like to know how many people can say that they've fallen asleep while driving and awoken to find themselve sitting safe and sound in their driveways two or three hours later? I've managed to do it THREE times!!!

- Kyphur

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Category: nightmare

Hello, I'm an animator and I had this nightmare that gave me a good idea for a story. Well, anyways, I was dreaming that I was working and that somehow I died. I awoke to a stange and cacophonous noise of hundreds of thousands of voices talking to me. The strange thing was that I could understand them all coherently as if I was carrying on a conversation with each and every one of them. As I lay there on my back staring at the pitch blackness that rose infinantly above me I began to notice that my other senses were coming into effect. The smell was the next sense after my sight and hearing. The smells of something burning, something strange burning. I was really confused, I tried to sit up but then the sense of pain began to arise, first in my legs then in my back and through the rest of my extremities. I remember yelling out in pain and crushing my eyelids shut. I felt something move over my face, as I opened my eyes the most unimaginable fear came through me, it was! like as if I knew I was going t o be alone forever. No friends, no family, no one that cared for me. It was the most horrific feeling of loneliness that I believe I will ever experience. As I began to realize that there was more than one pain, being both physical and psychological, I began to notice that I wasn't alone. The voices were still there, there agony bleeding my ears. Then the darkness swirled above me, a face appeared. It was like the faces of the porcelain masks that some people wear at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. It was white but where the eye sockets were supposed to be there were empty pits that rivaled the darkness above and beyond it's back. As I still lay there on my back, I felt something constrict around my neck and the thing began dragging me through some sort of open field. The grass was like tiny razors as they slit open my back worse than any sawgrass ever could. I closed my eyes and tried to scream but all that came out was a slight moan. The thing drug me further and we st! arted going up a gradual incline . The ground seemed to turn into molten rock beneath me, the cuts on my back cauterized but the pain was still there. The beast slammed me on a type of stone that resembled a sacrificial alter, and with nothing but a word opened my body cavity. I let out the worse scream that I ever knew I had in me. The scream awakened me, sitting up in bed, sweating as if I had just ran a 300 mile marathon, I began to thank any religeon that I could that it was just a dream. I have to admit that most nightmares aren't really nightmares to me. It's like a movie or something, but this was the first that was that realistic, that convincing. I've never awoke from a dream screaming and I had never since then. I was seventeen years old, now I'm twenty-two and since then there's never been anything that scares the hell out of me but the rememberance of that dream. I just hope that I can convey the emotion that I felt effectively so you could even begin to understand what it was that I fel! t that night. It was the weirdes t sensation that I can remember having. It was as if I could view myself from any angle that I wish but while I were still in my body. I hope that one day you will get to see the end result of this dream as an animation that I've done. So everyone beware your dreams, they can be more scary than real life. I didn't even really describe the "demon" that tormented me, I'll save that for another day.

- Kyphur

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Category: nightmare

In my nightmare, everything was exactly like normal (heh... I used the word normal) life, but I had a long-sleeve shirt on. And when I held it up to the light, you could sorta see through the shirt. Now as astounding as this was, it gets worse. I could see the silouhette of a very large spider in my sleeve that had legs that resembled coral. Well, maybe not coral, but they were odd, twisty, weird legs. It kept trying to get out of my sleeve, but my sleeve was too tight. I didn't want to move my arm very much because I thought it might bite me (and it was a BIG spider -- I assumed it was poisonous). I also didn't want to try to kill it for the same reason -- that it could bite me. So it kept trying to get out of my sleeve through the cuff, but the cuff was buttoned, and was too small to let it escape. So for all of 20 minutes, I just sat there sweating and holding myself as still as possible while this spider crawled around on the inside of my shirt. Thank the gods ! that I woke up soon afterwards, and to my relief there was no spider in my sleeve. In fact, I wasn't even wearing a long sleeve shirt that had cuffs. It might sound like a really weenie nightmare, but let me tell you... that was one scary spider.

- Solis

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Category: night terror

I question sleep for many reasons. I have few nightmares, but when I do, I nearly wet the bed they are that vivid and unsettling. Many of them revolve around a large, beautiful mansion done with dark blues and greys that borderline blue, as well as all sorts of intrecate designs and carvings. But I swear to you that house is evil in the most twisted way imaginable. It has several rooms below the house (somewhat like Nny's house) that are full of shadows that would love to rip you to tiny shreds. And above it are rooms concealed from the outside but accessible from within. There is even a turret-like room with one wall that radiates such emmense hatred that I can never bear to go near it. On top of all this, the house thinks I would try to harm it, so is always attempting to drive me out, or even kill me. But to this day, I have never found a way to escape in that dream.

After saying all that, I get the feeling that tonight is a good night to question sleep and not go to bed.

- Dragon

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Category: other

sometimes i have a quick temper and i have found that for some reason the less sleep i get the calmer i tend to be. Weird huh. Oh well if this interest you post it if not it doesn,t matter anyway.

- sebastian

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Category: nightmare

I many times dream my teeth fall off, and I always try to keep them in the mouth, though all unrooted, until there is no way to keep them and I spit them. As I have many times dreamed this, I already know in my dream that we I spit them I will still have my teeth. Still I try to hold on to them. Do you have any idea of waht this culd mean?

- anonymous

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Category: dream

irst, I must explain that I have spent so much time and energy trying to find a way out of sleep that it boggles the brain. Ok, so, in my dream I was in the dungeon of this big castle. There was this woman inthis big wierd bowl and she had this nice long dress on, but it was all dirtied and ripped. I was feeling gentlemanly so I cleaned her up, brushed her hair, etc. Then, she told me that she was a prisoner and her master was horrible to her. She continued to explain, and I realized, she was Calliope from The Sandman. Once again, she had been captured and is being used as a muse. This infuriated me, so I took on her master and won, earning her freedom. After this, she informed me that as a reward for saving her, she would owe me a boon of some sort. So I asked her for the secrets of sleep. She became uneasy and said she knew, and that was when I finally realized that I was already in Morpheus' realm. And of course, he will not let me learn his secrets. I reached out to grab calliope's hand but it slid through my fingers like dust and I awoke. I was... oh, so very close.

- A.T.

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Category: dream

OK, this wasn't a nightmare but it probably should have been because it was quite spooky. I had a dream a few nights ago that I was in some sort of institution, like an asylum or something. Anyway, everybody there was killing themselves by ripping into their chests and pulling out their hearts with their bare hands. It wasn't uncommon to walk down the hallway and pick up a human heart and toss it in the garbage. I thought it was kinda cool.

- Azrael

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Category: nightmare

This nightmare happened while I was under the influence of a severe cold...which is when my dreams/nightmares can get extremely messed up... One huge water basin. Several faucets above it. They all begin shooting forth large amounts of water. For some reason, I want the water to stop flowing. I begin turning all of the faucets off with my mind. When I get to the last one, however, it will not stop dripping. I will try harder and harder to close it, but it will not stop dripping no matter how hard I try. Then the other faucets will begin spewing forth again, and I will have to turn them off. Then I will get to that last annoying faucet, mockingly dripping. I want to turn them all off, it seems as though if I do not have them all off, then I will not have peace of mind. All the other faucets open up yet again. This cycle goes on for who knows how long...until I wake up crying...and I never was able to turn them all off.

- Super Saiyajin Mental

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Category: nightmare

I once had this very short nightmare. I am dressed up in some sort of Haloween costume. I am alone in my house, except for this cloaked humanoid figure, covered completely in black...except for his elephant trunk. In a nutshell, this figure came over to me...and sucked me in. <>

- Super Saiyajin Mental

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Category: story

Has a nightmare ever followed you out of sleep into reality???

I once had a very short nightmare. Everything is black but I see a button in front of me. I reach out to touch it, but before I can, this music begins to play that scares me to the bone. I cannot describe it at all. It just scared me. I wake up from the dream...to find the music still playing in my head...AS LOUD AS LIFE. Now I am scared and extremely confused. As I lie there, awake and gripped with terror, the music very slowly fades away...leaving a quivering mass of human flesh behind.

- Super Saiyajin Mental

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Category: dream

I very often have dreams I am inside a video game (probably because I play so friggin many). This is one of the best ones I have had that falls into this category. I am in a forest. The trees are made entirely out of what seems to be human bones. The sky is grey, and dismal. The ground is barren. As I walk around absorbing all of my surroundings, zombies come and try to grab me. In desperation I run over to one of the trees and rip of a nice big bone, and bludgeon the zombies for my life. They all fall. I then drop the bone and leave the forest, and come upon a large castle. I see a strange hole in the wall in front of me. There is a grotesque small goblin who seems to be guarding the hole. For some reason, I know that beyond the hole is a portal. The goblin seems to be saying something to some people near him, who are sitting down on the floor, apparently paying attention to whatever he is saying. I approach to listen in. As I get closer, the goblin points to me and says, "Hey you! Yeah, you! You're that young one that my master wanted! MASTER!! THAT YOUNG ONE YOU WANTED IS HERE!! COME CAPTURE HIM!! MAAAASSSTEERR!!!! As the goblin calls for his master, I feel an evil presence behind me. It's too late for me to run out of the castle. I make a mad dash for the portal, zipping right past the slow witted goblin. I have to keep tucking and rolling, and falling down some kind of chute, to get to the portal, which is at the very bottom. I can feel the evil presence o! f the goblins master behind me. he is not physically chasing me, but i feel as if he is extending his evil spirit toward me, to catch me. at one time i feel as if he will catch me, but then i fall down far, and he has to extend his hand down to me, because he was unable to extend as fast as free fall. i finally make it to the portal, and as i enter, i breathe a sigh of relief...... I fall hard. I look up and see the portal has closed. i look around quick to see where i am. im in a strange building. i can hear chanting coming from the walls. outside i see some fat red demon with a spear patrolling around. I duck quickly to escape notice. i peek out a window to see where the hell i am. there are many buildings, all surrounded by one huge wall. a base of some sort. just then the red demon sees me, and emits a ball of fire from his mouth. he misses. i turn to make a mad dash down some corridor. i turn left. a blue demon tags me with a blue fireball. i am hurt, but all the adrenalline through me keeps me running. i turn around and try to go right, because the corridor i came from was a T shape. a short stocky zombie closes in on me. How do I escape??? By pressing ESC, and selecting "quit." I see a blank screen with a C:\ prompt for a few seconds before i awake.

- Super Saiyajin Mental

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Category: falling asleep

sleep is a nasty piece of work leaving you all incoherent and puffy with little crusty eye boogers and flannel patterns on your face from your pillow, but it does present a certain ritual that could represent a kind of preparation for a supposed afterlife, one case being heaven. You change into cumfy attire of better still nuthin' at all, you lock up the house and turn off all the lights as if you were leaving and never coming back, you're in your most simplest form: no makeup, no jewelry, minimal clothing (you can't take it with you) it's dark, it's quiet, you wrap up and close your eyes waiting for the immanent:[sleep or death?] upon waking the bright light at the end of a tunnel doesn't seem so far fetched, you wonder where you are for a split second and how you got here. this happens to us every day until it stops. only thing is, in the end do we realize that its' stopped?

- rabid

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Category: nightmare

Right. This is probably the most vivid dream I've ever had. I'm at the base of a mountain, probably several thousand feet high, and it's dusk, with a thin veil of fog overlying everything. The mountain goes straight up, and I start climbing it, and about halfway up the snow turns into a real blanket, so now I'm just climbing up a series of sewn together blanks until I slip and fall, all the way down, and land on my stomach. I get up, and about 100 yards away are about 4 figures in the fog, floating a few feet off the ground with yellow eyes like flashlights. So I run into this cabin at the base of the mountain, inside is this guy sitting on a couch, and I guy in a bathroom that I can't see(I can only hear him.) Just then, the front wall of the cabin is run through with this big truck, and two guys walk in. We fight for awhile and I got pissed at the guy on the couch because he never helped me. So I grab the guy who I can't see out of the bathroom, run to the car outside before the demons can get me, and drive back to Southern CA. I ge! t there, and there's a party at my house. I try to talk to my girlfriend but she can't see me, so I take off again. I'm driving down the Boulevard, with my backpack on for some crazy reason, and I get distracted trying to take it off while driving. Well, I go over the center divider, then back over again, and sure enough some cop pulls me over. I told him what happened, and he just says, "Walk with me." He starts giving me all this BS about how often that happens, when all of a sudden about 6 people, one guy and 5 girls, around the ages of 17, walk on either side of us. The guy takes a drink of this orange fluid, turns around, and with a huge scream hits the cop in the head. The cop's neck broke straight through, but his head was still attached by the skin. The kids take something off of him, then tell me to drive them back to their house. Only, when the guy takes a closer look, he plunges his hand into the cop's stomach, and pulls out this little gremlin like thing, and it's head falls off. It turns out th! at these kids are demons of some kind, and they accidentally killed one of their own leaders. Turns out the cop was actually taking me away from my car to rip me to shreds. So we drive back to their house, where one of them says thanks, and bites my head off. Then I woke up, and wrote this down.

- boydoiever

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Category: other

I've been trying to do away with sleep my whole life. Not because it is wierd or scary or vulneurable or any of that. I simply cannot stand the fact that I am wasting SO MUCH TIME!!! I could be getting so much done!! aCH! Even if I spent my nightime hours just sitting on my ass watching t.v. it would still be much better than sleeping my time away!!! I am a comic book artist and I just sit in my bed before sleep and think about how if I didn't have to sleep then I could do an ENTIRE PAGE while all the other dolts were sleeping Ahhhahaha!! I would be ultra powerful!! No one could stop me!! No one!!

Oh man, it's late, I gotta get to bed.

A.T. --any guesses to what that stands for? It's my pen name for when I'm doing my comics. I would tell you but it's a seeeeeecret.

- A.T.

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Category: other

Why do I question sleep? Allow me to tell you. This was seriously freaky. I fell asleep on the couch one night with my headphones on. When I woke up in the morning I was in my bed with no idea how I got there. After a little while I got up and went downstairs. When I opened the freezer to get some waffles the headphones fell out!! I guess I must have put them there, but I don't remember doing it all. And no, I am not on any drugs that I know of.

- Varttina

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Category: dream

Whenever I manage to remember my dreams they seem to be really vivid. A lot of them involving travelling around, sometimes walking, on a train and once in one of those little kid cars that are motorized. I do remember this one that I've had several times. In it, I'm riding a bicycle through the hallways of this apparently abandonded building. The hallways are really narrow, just barely wide enough for the bike to fit through and it seems as though they make some sort of multilevel maze. Up and down the hallways, turning corners, and somehow managing to get to another floor. (That part I don't remember.) Everything is old looking and grey and I don't know where I'm going.

- allerricia

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Category: dream

I was reading newsweek and I was flipping through and Twiggy R. was pregnant. That's pretty wierd cuz . . . ya know .. . . he's a guy and it's newsweek for funks sake.

- emmy p

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Category: dream

My step father and mom and his kids are for some reason in the same car as I and I get out at some barn like rec centre and say "I ll walk home!" Marilyn Manson are playing for some other bizzare reason only it's even more fucked up than the idea of the rest of this dream. The band is so high and fucked on alchohal that the incompitent things are getting other people to play there instruments. They start singing fifties songs! Then we all turn into muppets in candy land and we're riding on this wonka boat! Manson is like some muppet captain hook and then it gets even more fucked up and i am a shakesperre character in a garden and there are all these people i don't know!!

- emmy p

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Category: dream

I was listening to the breeders and playing guitar in the house I lived in till i was nine. Only my guitar was magicly a double neck only it was REALLY wierd because the bottom one was bass. Anyhoo-doo-loo, I was playing my guitar and my dad and his cool pal Randy come in. Randy goes into some other room in the house and barely says "Hi". Then it blurred. I was in a tent filled with water tanks and candles and weavings. Some evil guy was talking with my mom, trying to convince her something. He wanted me to stop drinking liquids and reduce myself to 9% water!! Zoiks! I smiled and nodded. Than I ran like Hell. Dad and Randy and I made some calls around India and Africa and got in touch with evil guys connections. Evil guys name was Juan Dijibuo or something. We got a neato keen evil-guy-killy spell and killed the evil guy real good. the end and the really funny thing is I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PLAY BASS!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!

- emmy p

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Category: other

In tibet buddists believe that being aware you are dreaming half prpares you for death. The second step is knowing it when you're falling asleep. Though i am not sure if it's a suicide excuse . . .

- emmy p

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Category: dream

I was youngest of elleven entities (all female and young) who lived in an invisible house in the sky. Our job was to watch the world and Earth and all of it's planet life. We watched people go to fifties drive in movies. We watched people live. We watched the decline. I was saddest of all the entities because they disliked me. I was uppset because I would have to wait the longest for my end because I was supposed to watch the End (as of the world, Earth, and all planet life). I would have to be all alone because the others would end long before me. I wanted the tenth entity to stay with me because she was most sympathetic (she being close to my own age and such). I decided I would have to build my companions whilst I watched and waited for the end. That is when it begain to blur. I saw my dad and mom and my step father and his children at a dog racing track. Lots of other adults and people were there and than I saw what was racing. It was me and a bunch of other people from my school and that I didn't know! We were racing like dogs! And than I went swimming.

- emmy p

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Category: nightmare

i have a recurring nightmare. i'm in my old house in the kitchen. as i wlk by the microwave, i notice that i'm holding a baby. i pop the tyke in the microwave, push 2 min and the watch and laugh as he beats his little fists against the glas and then..... POP!

- sHell

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Category: dream

I was on a school bus and all these kids from my school were on. It was light out and disturbingly sunny and it was all green. I t looked like a place I used to live. Anyway my friend Lincoln was hanging from a window outside the bus. The bus was going too fast around the corner and Lincoln fell off. In the dream I realized I was screaming loud and longer than I should 've been able. Lincoln had fallen off twenty feet back and somehow I knew he had broken his leg. HIS FEMUR!!!! spooky. he jumped up and grabbed back onto the window. than miracuolously we were in a parking lot and Lincoln was driving and we were in a toyota and this metalhead who i don't really like was sitting in front and i was in back. Suddenly a chase scene erupts and we are being followed by a car with these plastic giant comic book hero guns and canons on it!! OHHHHH!!!! It's filled with rat-men things and TWO MICHEAL JACKSONS ARE IN FRONT!!! A "MALE" MICHEAL IS DRIVING AND A "FEMALE" MICHEAL! IS WEARING A RUBBER MINI SKIRT! !! THE HORROR!!! Than the freeway they are now on fills with a wave of water!!! Engulfing the car!!! Both Jacksons get out and crawl into a boiler room that magically apears!!! With out geting wet!!!! Than the a realigous rat man kills the micheals and some other rat man acting at "God's word". The remaining rat man kill him because that rat guy is pissing them off. i awaken. it wasn't pleasent but it wasn't a nightmare. I unfortunatlly don't have many of those. the dream about marilyn mandon turning into a muppet baby freaked me out a bit though.

- emmy p.

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Category: nightmare

The other night, I dreamt that I was on the Rosie O'Donnell show. She was interviewing me, and then she suddenly started singing that fucking "Barbie" song. I felt like I was going to vomit, but instead of vomiting, my eyeballs fell out and rolled onto her desk leaving a goopy, bloody mess. The WHOLE audience of middle aged mothers and their children started laughing hysterically. I was feeling around for my eyes on her desk, and I finally thought I had located them but I mistakenly stuck two of those KOOSH ball thingies into my gaping eye holes. As if that wasn't bad enough, the audience started screaming and cheering because ROSIE WAS EATING MY EYES!!!!!! Then I woke up.

- Di

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Category: other

One night I stayed up really late reading and watching TV. Around 5:45 I finally got into bed and closed my eyes. Almost right away I fell asleep. It was very strange though. I felt tingly all over and knew I was dreaming. I was in a strange clutterd basement. I heard my cat meow, and felt her brush against me. I didn't see her so I assumed that she must be in my real room on my bed while i was sleeping, and that somehow I was hearing her through the dream. I was worried that she was trapped in my room since Ihad closed my door before going to sleep. Although I knew I was dreaming and was in control of my movements, my thinking was a little screwed up. I thought that if I opened the door to the basement in my dream, I would be opening the door to my room in real life. I carefully made my way to the door, and opened it. At the same time I forced myself to open my real eyes, not my dream ones (it was really hard). I expected that when I did I would find myself standing in front of the door to my room. Instead I saw the cielin! g. I was still in my bed, and m y cat wasn't in my room. It was 5:51 when I woke up. It was definately the strangest dream I have ever had.

- Me ;-]

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Category: dream

I was walking down the street at night and a car pulled up. There was a guy who looked like a gangster in it, along with a lot of girls who were being kidnapped. For some strange reason I wanted to be kidnapped to, so I snuck into the car and hid among all of the other girls. I had thought that they all spoke a different language, but it turned out that they had been speaking English after all. The gangster guy suspected that I didn't belong there, but didn't know for sure so he let me stay. After a while we arrived at a house, and were dropped off. I went into the house and sat down on the couch. There were a group of guys sitting on the couch, and one of them looked like my boyfriend. There was a butler there who kept farting and every time he farted the guy who looked like my boyfriend would say "bean". There were a bunch of jelly beans on the table. The other girls and I wen into the back yard, and suddenly some one drove by and gunned us all down. For some reason at that point I took off my clothes. I complained that I was loosing all of my good clothes. That's all I remember.

- anonymous

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Category: dream

I was part of a video game and the only way for me to get out was to beat it. The graphics were really bad like an early nintendo game. The first level was pretty easy, but then you had to choose one of seven levels to beat. I kept trying but would always end up at the beginning again. Finally I tried the seventh level and I saw my house. In the dream I knew it was my house, but it didn't look anything like my real house and it was in the middle of a forest. Also it was made entirely out of wood, and not painted at all. I went up some stairs to an attic and found what appeared to be another house altogether. My mom was there and she said that she had lived there with my grandparents and uncles. It was exactly the same as it had been then, even though that had been a long time ago. There were no doors, just a few stairs seperating the different parts of the house. There was one section that was filled with beds. Each bed was labeled saying "only for chicken pox" or "! only for scarlet fever", etc. I asked my mom why she hadn't taken out all of the old furniture, and made it part of our house. She said that she didn't know, that their was too much sadness there. It was one of the most realistic dreams I ever had. I can remember everything down to the color of the drapes in the attic (red with white polka dots).

- Abby

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Category: other

When I was a wee lad,I had a dreamy that me and Fred Flintstone were in a canoe and all of a sudden we realized at the last second that we were about to go over Niagra(I spelled wrong?) Falls.....UM,but I don't remember what happened after dat! Well,I was little,I can't remember everything!I do remember thinking that it wuz neat-o that part of my dream was in cartoon....da end.

- ankle-biter

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Category: nightmare

I had a dream that Buster Poindexter and his back up band during that "Hot Hot Hot!" video were all flesh eating zombies. I immediatly woke up, commented, "What a STUPID dream!!" and then rolled back over and went to sleep. If you think about it, it's strangly disturbing.. Isn't it?!

- anonymous

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Category: night terror

Nightmares are rare for me. I used to have them a lot when I was a kid, but now I usually just have really bizzare dreams. Anyway, one night a month ago or so, I did have what I consider to be a nightmare. It may not sound so scary if you are just reading this, but it was one of those dreams for me where you actually think it's real until you wake up. Anyway, my Mom was babysitting a bunch of little kids and there was this one little girl (about 10 years old, I'd say) and she would just stare hollowly at me. It was really creepy, but I just smiled at her in hopes pf getting a smile back. I didn't. She just stared a continuous unblinking maliscious stare. I didn't want to stay around any longer, so I went up to my room. All of a sudden it was night and I closed the door to my room and started to get undressed. I had that funny feeling that someone was watching me. (I can't help it if there's a couple cliches in my dreams) So, I pushed back the curtain at my window and looked out. That girl was levitating outside my window, still staring at me. It startled me, but I figured I must have imagined it. So I just took my clothes off, and for some reason I didn't put on my pajamas. I just stood there naked. Then, I pulled back the curtains and looked out my window again. The girl was even closer to my window, still staring at me. ! I knew it was real this time. I stumbled back and was about to put my clothes back on and tell somebody what was happening. Then, the girl appeared in my room, blocking my way out the door. Now, her eyes turned red & black, and they were pupilless. She stared at me and I could feel her killing me with her eyes somehow. She looked at my naked body and touched me gently. I knew she was going to kill me. And that's when I woke up. Sorry I didn't stick around in time to get some kind of closure on the story. If you just visualize this happening to you, it's pretty scary, I think at least.

- John

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Category: falling asleep

About a year back i was really paranoid about people breaking into my house and killing me.. So i began to collect knives. I bought them from Flea markets and sometimes Traided them with my cousin with whom i made a pact that; if we were still alive when we were 35 we were going to go on a killing spree and see if we could kill 500 people.. People who ate Lucky Charms.. get it? cereal killer?!? hahaha!! .. ok.. dumb joke.. but it's true.. anyway, i just happen to come upon a 4 ft. japanease sword which i thought was the greatest thing in the world. I slept soundly for about a week.. then.. One night, in a state of semi-sleep, a figure walked through my door. He walked up to my bed and retrived my sword from underneat my bed where i had stashed it for easie access.. When i look back, it doesne't seem like i couldn't move, but that i just didn't think about it.. Most likely i could have easily reached behind my bed and picked form a vertiable arsinal of weapons.. but instead i just lay there looking up at this dark figure. He unsheathes my sword in complete silence.. I watch in terror as he slowly raises the sword.. Then, I head a distinct woosh of the sword as comes down on me...I impulse jumped, laying down, out of bed and was fully awake on the floor.. I got up and moved the sword behind the door.. then went back to bed.. Later that night i drempt that i climbed on the safty rail of the grand canyon.. and fell off.. not that i jumped off.. it was just seemed like the natural flow of things. I fell for the longest time.. and then.. splat! hit the ground. I felt like the coyote looks in the roadrunner cartoon when he falls off a cliff.. I woke up feeling fustrated and disturbed. I slept on the floor for the rest of that night. Fourtinately i'm waaaay over that now! it's 4 years later and my cousin has moved on to handguns, rifles and shot guns. So i guess the pact is off. I knew he wasn't serious. :)

- --ns

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Category: other

Actually, I'd been using a variation on "Z?" for a year or two before I ever heard of JTHM . . . My friend Lee and I, after a series of evenings which involved absolutely no rest, realized that we were wickedly tired at 6:30am, but had to meet a friend at around noon. Sleep at that point, would have left us dead to the world for at least a day and a half. So one of us decided (I can't remember which of us it was) that "Sleep is for the weak". We ran around slurring words to this affect like some kind of pointless mantra for the rest of the day, and by the time we actually met up with our friend (an appointment we nearly missed due to a dosage of LSD intended to stave off the drowse) we were raving like lunatics. I question sleep. Incidentally, my friend Sara and I pitched an all-nighter this very evening. The internet helps keep me up MUCH better than any drug ever could. Sara says "Hello", but she says it VERY slowly. (Ed. Note: see note below)

- Danny

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Category: other

it takes too much time away from the more important things, like booze. (Ed. Note: Boy, you 2 must be REALLY bored)

- Sarah

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Category: dream

My dream is where i am george harrison and me and the other Beatles go to some kind of train station for the launch of a new train and me and john sit in this dingy little carriage and nothing happens for ages, so i go down to the office to see whats going on, and when i get there the train starts to go, so i start running back, but i'm not quick enough, so i lay on my side and roll down the track and caught the train. John had been talking to harry enfield, who had given him a tape. then the train stopped about two yards down the track. i got off and found ringo, who was looking for someone to give a guitar to, but we just threw it on a big pile of rubbish and found paul. Then i woke up and wondered what the hell i'd been smoking.

- jeheshuah

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Category: nightmare

Ever since I was a child, I have been subjected to horrible nightmares. Dreams of falling down shafts onto bio-mechianical islands in the middle of seas of boiling oil to falling off of a ladder and having my chest cavity fall open have persisted to this day. One time I had a dream where I was in a basement with a non-existant friend, and a door appeared and opened in the middle of the room soley to show me the a scene of a brutally murdered little girl. Another night I dreamed my cock's skin opened up and revealed a network of grotesque veins strapping it to my thigh. The normal gamut of dreams about the undead grouping around my house and being in my attic while the floor sinks into an abyss are recurring themes. Most of my dreams do not outright scare me, so much as quietly disturb me, which I think is worse. I believe nightmares point out to us what we fear and need to work on in everyday life. But not in a nice way.

- Morgan Hayes

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Category: dream

I had this dream where I'm sitting around a subway station, and my friend sees Tori Amos go by in a train, and so she ran and jumped onto the side of the train, and Tori Amos opened her mouth to scream, but instead of a scream sound, it was singing (which was very pretty) but then another Tori Amos walks up and shoots my friend in the forehead, and all this black blood flowed out, just like in black and white comic books, but anyway we had to pull her out from the train, and get her new legs so she could dance, but the only legs we could find her were these hairy man legs, but she didn't care, because she could dance then. Anyway, the whole thing proved to be quite entertaining.

- Blank

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Category: nightmare

when i was much younger, i would have a nightmare that Lady Elaine in Mr. Roger's Land of Make-believe was chasing me. She would chase me everywhere, and eventually down into her carousell. i would go deep down into the depths of the hidden passages and hide, but i could always hear her slowly coming down the stairs laughing. she always knew i was there.

- anonymous

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Category: dream

Not long ago I dreamt that I lived beneath a massive overpass that just went on for miles and miles and that this was in the middle of some vast city. The rusted hulks of dead machines were everywhere and I lived there beneath the bridge hunting and chanting and running among the decay. It ended up distilling into a poem of sorts... though I think this is what I was chanting as I ran through the dream... a constant monotone sort of thing...
I am black ferrous metal
decaying under bridges
I am the black ferral killer
of small things in the night
My soul is the unending sussurus
of rain upon concrete
I stare at the sky
to remember the moon,
And I dream
of steel
and Her eyes.

- Christopher

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Category: night terror

Well, here goes.. I have this dream where i'm lying on a mattres, then I kind of shrink and feel as though the mattres is swallowing me and chasing me at the same time, what then ensues is a feeling of terror and paranoia with me hiding in a lavatory while the ever approaching matress draws in and there is something about a pin ball machine but I can never remember what, I then wake up and need to walk around to get the terror from my brain. This occasionally happens when I am awake and I sort of go into a trance. I've had this occur for many years, maybe 10 or so, and sometimes it is a little disconcerting, especially when it happens when I'm talking to other people... Thats it I'm afraid. Maybe I'll tell you somemore of my dreams next time. BYE...

- Alessandro

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Category: dream

use to have night mares around four where i'd go to a medicine cabinet and just empty the contents of pills into my mouth for no reason and that chick from shining time station would be looking for an attidote and get me all worked up about how i was going to die cuz i took all these pills bitch! oh i had another where i was drinking gasoline in the closet of a babysitting old whore(well not really) who like spanked me too much.

- pie as in emmy

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Category: other

hey, last night I had an odd dream. I was on the way to a party in a car with my two older brothers and guess who? two of the spice girls,scary and posh,(if I got them right , not that I give a fuck) To my recollection we were driving around the neighborhood where I used to live, we were lost, and those Spice-chickees were being peppy to the point where .I got pissed off and wanted to be dropped off at home..............then I woke up.

- mr. peanut

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Category: nightmare

When i was little, bout 7 yrs or so,i had a recurring nightmare. In this nightmare, i was a china doll. Everyone loved me and thought i was so beautiful. Life was perfect. I was a princess. I slept in a little ginger bread house with all my stuffed animals that were alive and could talk and dance. I slept always and lived off chocolate icecream with cherries and oreo cookies (they were my favorite!:) ) but then i woke up. and faced reality. my stuffed animals no longer talked and my ginger bread house was eaten by the wicked witch of the west. i threw up cookies and ice cream and was smashed into a million pieces. and i always woke up just as i laid broken on the cold cement floor, prisoner for the beast.

- squee luv

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Category: dream

Here I am in my friend Allison's house (which tonight has a garden growing in it)and Marilyn Manson shows up. He starts calling to me, telling me how much he loves me and that I am a blessing from God (?)! He asked to hug me so I let him. Then he asked to kiss me and I slowly started for the door. Before I knew it, the fucker was running after me yelling, "I'm gonna get you you fucking bitch. I'm gonna slice up your loose cunt just like I did your mother!!!" I ran for 5 mins before I realized I hadn't gotten anywhere. Then I hid in some bushes. I couldn't breathe. I bit on my hand, crouched down while he passed me by. "Sid, Siiiid. Come out now. You're already dead..." his boot kicked dirt in my face. As soon as he turned the corner I bounced out and grabbed a Kitana blade hidden in the grass. With one quick slice, his head rolled off his body. However, I was not satisfied! I proceeded in cutting off all of his limbs and shoving the sword all the way up his ass. Then I took the dead body and hung it from a tree. The next day I returned to see what came of his corpse. Just as I thought, not even the rats wanted him...

- SidNny

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Category: night terror

ok...well i dont fucking know if this was a dream or a really screwed me. which ever one. well i was laying in my bed around 3:00 am cause my alarm clock went off. i was staring at the ceilling with glow in the dark stars, and i sat up and started hearing little children talking. But i couldnt see children, but instead i saw numbers. numbers like 37, 43, 56, and anything under a hundred . These numbers were the children. Then the started screaming like in agonizing pain. Next there were bigger numbers(like the ones you see on sesame street)these numbers were adults, they were been tortured, i couldn't see them but i knew this. the numbers and screaming were getting so loud. but i was the only one you heard it. Next there was something like a clocked white deamon trying to tell me to hurt someone. like my family but i couldn't because i sat there so fucking terified i couldnt move. i wanted to do what he said but i couldnt move. the screams were getting louder and louder. i almost had a another nervous breakdown. i put the pillows over my head trying to block the noises. eventually i just blacked out and woke up 4 hours later.if it was a dream i would have woken up long time ago. so i am very exausted after that.

-nervous about going in my room kid

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Category: night terror

Why is it that any dream I have, good or bad, ends this way: I wake up with several chewmarks on my arm. I'm running out of flesh!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??!?? (Ed. note: maybe you just taste good?)

- Katie

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Category: dream

i had a dream that i was in a car crash. i was with two of my friends. A boy and a girl. The boy was driving, the girl was in the passenger seat and i was in the back seat. We were talking but nothing came out. Not a sound, Just mouths moving. We driving up a mountain (i happen to live on a Mtn.) As we were driving, my friend lost control of the car and ran off the road. We hit a lot of trees and brush. Then the car hit a lake that was really really blue. The car was starting the sink. i looked at the girl and she was knocked unconscious. We broke each of the windows. We argued on who was going to take her. We both got on the hood of the car. My friend then handed her to me. When i looked around. i found that the road was right beside the lake. So i then held her tight a jumped toward the road. As i landed. Her knee was scraped. When i woke up. i stsrted to recall my dream. i also remembered that i had a book that defined symbols in dreams,"Zolar's Encyclopedia and Dictionary of Dreams." i looked up what the car accident meant and it said, " approaching money." My brithday was the next day and guess what i got for a preasent from most of my family. Yes, it was about $500.00 in cash. So some dreams have little messages for us to see and findout. i don't know wither dreams predict the future, but they have some meaning.

- BRKENHALO

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Category: nightmare

Sometimes I get these really weird nightmares where I'm climbing up a ladder and When I get to the top, the ladder falls back. Right before I slam into the concrete, I wake up! I also get this other nightmare where I climb to the top of a building and I look over and see the street below. I step back and lunge forward and as soon as I hit the ground, I wake up. Now there's this dream where I'm at a toy store with my little cousin and There are these two toys I want to buy. I have to buy the cheaper one (godamnit) but I liked the other one better which was a black snowglobe with Pinhead inside. It had a pump on top of it and when I push it, blood flows down from the top onto the Pinhead figure. Next thing I know, I'm in the snowglobe and Pinhead is jumping up through the globe. I walk to the back of the snowglobe where I see a tunnel. The walls are all purple and when I get to the back, the only thing that's there is a plain old simple bed...creepy.

- KunT

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Category: other

cheesy's last story,,,,, maybe ok, this is it, i promise, maybe, well, i used to like to put curlers in my hair back in the pre elementery school years, and this happened twice that i can remember, and it wasnt a dream, ok, i would go to bed with these curlers in my hair, and for some reason, i woke up in the middle of the night, and the lights had gone out at least one of these times, and i got scared because i was massively afraid of the dark, and still slightly am, and i tried to go down the hall to my parents room, at this time, i shared a room with my sister, and our room was at the top of the stairs and to the right, and my parents room was down the hall to the left of the stairs, so if i went to my parents room, id have to go past the stairs, and one of the times, i dont know if the lights were out, because i could see the lights of my parents alarm clock on their windowsill, and as i tried to walk towards it, something that felt like a big bar stopped me, and i remember straining against it, but it wouldnt budge, now, i've asked my mother many times since then if she had ever put a barricade on my sisters and my door, and she tells me she never did, she put one on the top of the stairs when i was a baby, but not when i was that age to this day i wonder if that bar was actually an arm, and no, i am not religious.

- anonymous

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category: night terror

once again, im sitting here typing about the twisted world that sleep was for me, yes its cheese again, ok, well, i used to have a lot of late night panic attacks, and heres some of them, in one id run around my house half asleep and thered be shapes of various colors, usually dark colors, floating around in the air, and my mission was to make them into barbie clothes, (remember, i was young, and these were terrors), in another, i had to fill a giant high heeled shoe with spaghetti and get friends on an airplane, i had lots of strange panic attacks like those, and id run around my house freaking out for up to three hours at a time, sometimes id wake up enough to sit and turn on the tv, which would calm me, but the worst attacks i had back then were when id open the celar stairs and stair down into the complete blackness and id know there was something awful right at the bottom of the stairs, but i couldnt shut the door for the life of me, and those were the times when i! lost years off my life,,,,,,ok, ive got one more story to tell, in another "episode"? and then ill go away forever, or at least a little while

- anonymous

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Category: dream

allo, its cheese person again, thought id bore you some more, well anyways, i was thinkin of all the recurring dreams i had when i was younger, and i decided to tell you of some of them, well then, there was one where id jump from tower to tower above a computerized football field, and i could see myself on the tower in front of me sometimes, in another dream i was running along this computerized field, which could be white or green, and whenever there was a disturbace on the ground, "trash" i guess, id get all wierd and tingly, then there was one where i would see these gigantic barbecued ribs or something of the sort rolling around killing people, and id sleepwalk into my moms room and wake her up trying to tell her we had to get out of there, but when she woke up id just say "i have to go to the bathroom" and she'd tell me to go then, so i would, and go back to bed, (perhaps that one was fortelling of my turn towards vegetarianism 4 years ago) i know that i had o! ther sleepwalkers where id go an d stare at my mom or wake her up for no reason, but i dont remember them, another dream id have is id be looking up and down the lengths of telephone poles and when id look in a hole id see either boots walking around and hear a male voice, or id see a lovely pastel colored scene of a pond and patio furniture and hear a womans voice, and i know i had at least one recurrer involving chicken wire,,,, ok, ive babbled long enough, ill soon come back and tell you of the night terrors id have when i was a bit older

- anonymous

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Category: dream

i had a dream i was making plaster casts of some nusician's . . . penis. it was unsettling.

- anonymous

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Category: nightmare

Well as a strapping young lad I use to have these nightmares about I am not to sure but I was in a large warehouse of some sort but there were cages from the floor to the ceiling and everything was very dark and blue. This old man use to lead me around to see the cages and the mysteries they held with in them but it was always to dark to see anything clearly. He use to take me to this one cage in the very middle of the warehouse but the warehouse was much like a maze. So by the time we reached this one cage I was totally lost and being 6 you can get lost pretty easy. He use to say "Now boy do you see what is in that cage" and all I could ever see was this large thing that was very black so black you could tell it was a cat of some sort in the eirie blue lights but the cat always had these glowing red eyes (of course what other color would a big nightmare beasts eyes would be?) The old man use to always say "Well here boy hold on to this tooth pick never lose it or the beast will get you" after a short pause he wouuld say you better get going because the beast is hungry and I hope you know the way out becuase he want's you. So i use to run like the wind and no matter how hard I tried to hold on to that damn tooth pick I would always lose it. Even as a young child I knew once something wants you the only thing you can do is hold on to the most intangable thing in the fleeting moments and hope you find the way out. The beast would always corner me damn thing but well I guess I found the way out all those times because well here I am to write this terrible thing down. TALK HARD and watch out for the beast it's after everyone not just me. (Ed. note: Pump Up the Volume reference, nifty.)

- Dingoz, 1208

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Category: dream

it has recently occured to me that all of my REM deep sleep dreams take place in the same dream town. this "town" is a bizarro compilation of the places i know and where i have lived. i know the town pretty well, i could proll map it out if i tried, and no matter where the dream takes place, whether in a building, school, or airport, it is still in the town. the town is mostly very dark, the streets always have a slick look to them like after it has rained... there is one place where the sun is shining however, if you take a winding road to this eerie cottage place where noone seems to live. there is a lake and trees and the road is a dirt path around the cottage. inside the cottage, the furniture is old... like something i would see in someone's grandparents' house, but the furniture is designed with such straight lines (like typical 1950's furniture) that it presents the room as so clean and straight that it almost looks bare. there is a green carpet and a red/pink couc! h and somewhere in the right cor ner of the room, by a doorway, there are two mice or rats that i sometimes see run around. i feel safe there, like i want to stay, but it is too eerie to stay for more than a few minutes. there are two schools in the town (my gradeschool and my highschool), and the third (my college)is slowly growing into it. the gradeschool has more floors than the real school and only the emergency lights are on. i can walk around there freely, but there seems to be no one-- physically-- around... either class is permanently in session or the school is empty... but occasionally i can see figures walk past doorways and halls out of the corner of my eye. there is a new wing of the school that i had never traveled through in the real school, for somereason there are a lot of girlscouts there, which appear to be somewhat evil. the highschool has alot of staircases, like the escher print where there are upside down staircases and ones that would be impossible to climb... but it is very well! lit-- white light and the usual blue walls-- (all of my dreams are in full color, i might add, it isnt too important at this point though)-- and people i know walk around the hallways but we dont speak to each other. in the town there is a bridge, like the one i live by, and at one edge there is a railing. underneath it the river is flowing very fast, rapid-like. the bride doesnt seem to have another side to it... the town seems to grow out from the bridge. i know not to go there because evrytime i do i slip through the railing and hang over the river for dear life. there is an odd little bait shop that is the only place in the town that has no reality basis for being there... in it are things that are interesting to look at, like trinkets and such, but i would have no money to purchase what i would like to have there. i think it is a bad place because i have gone in there a coupla times and when i go in i lose track of time and when i leave it will be two hours later then when i entered. i think my m! other reprimanded me once in a d ream for going there and told me never to go there again. i dont think i have since then. there are a row of apartment buildings exactly like the ones i used to live by, but i cant walk around there because it is always nite there and i will get mugged or raped there. once i was chased there by a man, i escaped him but when i did i had to run to the bridge to get away and then i slipped through the railing again. he is always around the apartments waiting for me so i cant go back there because the only way to escape is to go to the bridge and slip through the railing again. well, enough of my rambling, i could describe this place until my fingers fall off from typing so much. but this is just a portion of what i see when i dream, just thought i'd share with everyone :) any comments can be emailed to sperez@mail.millikin.edu thanks!---Sarah

- Sarah

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Category: dream

i had a dream where some chick was screaming for some one to save her baby and that she'd pay a lot of money to whoever did. me liking money went looking for the baby and than i found it. it was a bright red TOMATO! she took the veggie and said thanks. i still haven't been paid.

- pie

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Category: dream

it was kinda a twisted x-mas story. i was running through the streets of russia with a shaved raindeer whose skin was peeling off. we climbed up a fire excape to, plainly, excape who ever was chasing us. we climbed through an open window (in russia?) only to enter a room full of at least twenty fat naked russian people, who were wearing . . . TOILET PAPER!!! And they were wearing those toilet seat covers on their heads. they helped me and peely the reindeer get away. hmmm. bizzzzare.

- emmy pie

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Category: dream

I have this dream where I am on a houseboat, at Lake Powell in Utah, while on the boat I look at someone that I don't know who owns the boat (has been a chicano woman, a divorced male, and a husband looking for his wife) and I tell them that the water is too shallow and that the bottom of the boat is going to scrape and get a leak, it does and the boat begins to sink, so I get out of the boat and swim under it and pick it up... the entire houseboat as I do the water dries a way and the canyon gets narrow and tight and I carry the boat back to the now dried out marina... wish I knew what it meant

- anonymous

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Category: dream

heres another from the cheesy dreamer... when i was really young, i dont remember how old, i had this dream, i had a lot of recurring dreams at that age, but i only had this one once, and i still remember it vividly, i was in a forest that wasnt unlike a pop-up book, except the trees were round, the trees were also very tall and straight, with no branches as far up as i could see, (the trees werent the focus of this, so ill move on), my mother and i were wandering thru this forest on a yellow road, when suddenly we had to hide from a gigantic bright green caterpillar that was coming along the road, i ran to one side of the road and hid behind a tree, and i didnt see where my mother went, after the caterpillar had squirmed by, i looked for my mother, but i couldnt find her, instead i noticed a small glass house with cartoon cavemen inside, luckily they couldnt see me, so i snuck around the other side of the house, which was not see-thru, i dont know what it was made ! of, tho, where i discovered a door halfway up the wall, which was a mouth with sharp, inward pointing teeth,,, i was about the same size as these cavemen, so i decided to try and infiltrate the "cave" (of course, at that age i had no clue what infiltrate meant) so i dressed in an animal skin and climbed into the first room of the house, to discover a wall/door made of a big matress, after futilely looking for a way into the other room, i stood against the wall and made chewing noises, which the cavemen heard, and i saw bright white cartoon "in-the-dark" eyes blinking at me from the cracks around the matress, which scared the crap out of me, and i tried to crawl back out the mouth, but the inward pointing teeth caused me to get stuck, i woke up as i felt teeth on my toes. by the way, this dream and the cheese storm dream are copyrighted, so if you want to steal my dream, ha! you cant

- anonymous

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Category: dream

i recently had a dream that started in a train or bus station, im not sure which, anyway, i was looking for someone, i think, anyways, i was microwaving some convenience store cheese sauce in this station (it possibly could have been the harvard square station in boston) and suddenly the microwave exploded, so these people i had found and i bolted outta there , next thing i knew, i was in a car, behind the driver, to be exact, and we were speeding along the road in the country somewhere, (i think it was pennsylvania) and there was this freak cheese storm, caused by the exploding microwaved cheese sauce back at the station, and the entire countryside was covered by a foot of cheese sauce, so were speeding along, and swerving all over the road, and we came to this lake which had filled with cheese sauce, and a big corner in the road was coming up, instead of slowing down, the driver kept speeding and swerved right into the lake of cheese, as we sank slowly, i sta! rted to crank shut the window ag ainst the invading cheese, i woke up knowing that i had drowned.

- anonymous

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Category: nightmare

once upon a time, i was sleeping...amazing as that really sounds... and in my dream i was riding in the back of a school bus and i closed my eyes, when i opened them, everyone on the bus were these neat little demon people, except the driver which was god. the bus went past this store called goosey goblet near my old house and the bus exploded, everyone died except me, but i was burnt and bleeding, then a long FBI chase seen progressed...then when i woke up i was laying in the kitchen...

-anonymous

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Category: dream

I had a dream once,where I went to a barber shop and the barber was giving out free hair cuts,they were the enitials "JTHM" in the back of your hair,so I said to the barber,"Give me the first Johnny the homicidal maniac haircut in history!!!!!!"."Sorry,I can't",he said."then why the hell not??!!",I asked.The barber told me that he had already given the first haircut to a person named Ed,and he just left.I turned around and saw Ed just outside the the window,walking home.I quickly started sprinting after him."ED!!!!!",I screamed."YOU TOOK THE FIRST NNY HAIRCUT,NOW YOU MUST DIIIIIIIIIEE!!!".Ed started running away so I chased him till he got to his house.Ed got inside and locked the door before I could catch him.Then I took an axe from out of nowhere and chopped the door down, "heeeeeeeeears Johnny" I shouted.Then I went inside and scalped Ed with a butchers knife,tossed him in the oven,cooked him and ate him,then I woke up.

- anonymous

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Category: other

RANDOM HORROR SHOW .....

WITHIN A BLACK ROOM HOOKS AND KNIVES SPARK AGAINST THE WALL.
INSIDE A BODY BRIGHT RED THINGS ARE TWITCHING AND CUTTING THEIR WAY OUT. A SOUND ESCAPES THRU THE WALLS A SCREAM A LOOPING NOISE OF TERROR COMING THRU THE VOCAL DEVICES OF ROBOTIC DEVESTATIONS CRAWLING ACROSS THE WALLS ON THE OTHER SIDE. THE SHADOWS MELT TAKING ON SHARPER FORMS PUSHING BLACK ANATOMIES WITH SINKING TEETH SCRAPING AND MOANING BACKWARDS OUT OF THE FLOOR. STRANGE VISIONS PULSE DOWN THE DARKER CORRIDORS. PALE WHITE FACES CLING TO FLOATING FORMS LIKE GHOSTS IN A NEVER ENDING NIGHTMARE. ORGANISMS FROM A WORLD OF PAIN WALK SLOWLY LOOKING BACK WITH BLACK TENTICLE EYES CONNECTED TO SMALL SHARP HOOKS. THEIR VOICES ARE THE SOUNDS OF BLADES ON FLESH THEIR BODIES MOVE LIKE BATS WITH LEGS WALKING DOWN THE HALLS. FROM EVERY DIRECTION ALL THINGS OPEN RELEASING THROBBING BLACK CONSTRUCTIONS WITH PUTRID HUMAN FACES DECOMPOSING UNDER YELLOW NIGHTMARE LIGHTS BLINKING TO THE SOUND OF THE SCREAMING REVERBERATING THRU THE HALLS OPENING LIKE A MOUTH HUNGRY FOR HUMAN SOULS...

- Creature

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Category: dream

i had a dream that a freind of mine took off her pants in a public place and commenced in an erotic display piece on the marble floor of this place. three days later in real life, that freind of mine had a dream about me and woke up with her pants down. this is only a minor example of what happens to me on a day to day basis involoving the power of morpheus.

- rolland

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Category: other

Uh.....I had a dream once that I was fishing, and this one fish that I caught turned into a old dirty naked black guy and ran away screaming. no, I do not kid you..this was a REAL dream. I woke up wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I also had a dream once, that I had sex with the dad type figure on "Fresh Prince of Belair" Was quite sure someone had slipped me some kind of mind altering drug in my sleep. well, g'night. have pleasent dreams Mr. Monkey Man.

- Pipkin

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Category: nightmare

I had this dream when I was little..I was in the playground of my elementary school with kids who, in reality, I knew but wasn't friends with. We all had these blue, glass, rock shaped toys. I remember being really proud that I had one. We were all sitting around a table in the forest just past the playground, when I noticed a small hole in the back of mine. I began tearing away the glass, which had the consistency of a christmas ornament. Inside I found an antique looking doll. Slowly, it opened its eyes, and though I couldn't hear it, I knew it was speaking. I listened as hard as I could, but didn't want to put my face too close. All of a sudden, I couldn't stand to see it, to even be near it anymore, so I just started running. I ran out of the woods but just as I was getting far away, I tripped on a root. As I hit the ground, the picture blacked out and in a few seconds, I awoke.

- airen

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Category: other

Sleeping...Eating...these things are funny to me. While they are considered neccesary to live healthy...really they are just set up to control us and keep us on a regular schedule and make us feel like we have no choice but to be part of the system that humans currently live in. Sleep is the very basic building block of the reality that the majority of human beings in the world have agreed upon (mostly from an ignorant standpoint due to brainwashing by brainwashed parental units...blah blah blah). Well anyway sleep is not neccesary. I am awake, active and fully aware 24 hours a day as you sleepers would say. Though I do not view life in terms of days...No, drugs are not part of my life, It is quite simple...just stay awake. Of course there is an initial withdrawal from sleep that most creatures give into...but this habit can be kicked! I live a longer life than most because I don't sleep thru it. As a result I am quite intelligent at the age of 6 years as compared with slee! per children of the same age. Bu t what about dreaming you say! That subconcious realm from which imagination stems. Ha! Unlike a sleeper I have not divided my conscious and sub-conscious minds into dominion over two seperate time periods. They are one within my toddler head! I have incredible powers...but enough...I have tried to help. Now I will go play. :)

- Mothcatcher (Ed. Note: BWAHAHAHAHAA!)

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Category: nightmare

Procession

I lie in my bed, quite near sleep. Something large and heavy dropped onto the stillness of my blankets. I felt through the darkness to locate the object. When I found it, it felt like a giant fish hook. Soon after another appeared, and another I wondered what they were for, until the hooks snagged hard- peircing my body cavity. I tryed tto scream but my lungs must have been ruptured. Then a tremendous yank downward, it pulled me through my bed, through the floor, and even through the house's foundation. I wondered were I was going then it dawned on me.

I hit bottom with such a great thud that I felt the bones in my body break. I was in a hallway, I don't know how I know that because there was no light in the place at all. The hooks still pierced my body, I found strength from somewhere to pull them out of my torso,then I watched my life blood leave my body, but I did not fall dead. why?

Then a procession of people came about me, they had torn bodies like mine, with eyes of black. I recognized some of them but they didn't recognize me. They all started pushing and scatching me with almost inhuman ferocity. They didn't talk they only grunted and pointed, spurring me down the hallway. The line stopped at a platform, this platform was at the end of the hallway. Here in this small room, a pointly dark figure of a man was poised in the corner laughing, as we were all placed over holes in the floor and slowly and painfully hammered into them.The inside of the was lined with blue flame like on an old gas burning stove. This was obviously designed to add onto my torture. This is my cell in which I will spend eternity.

I believe this a vision of hell.

- anonymous

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Category: nightmare

So it just so happens that i have just recently been in a car accident and yes it was my fault i am only 17 and me and my fellow squee and jthm readerr were in the car. So any ways the dreams that i have been having are about me and my passenger in the car again and the car starts to close in on us and we are going way about the normal speed limit and there are four eight wheelers on either side of me and the one in front of me comes to a dead stop and just before i crash i wake up....

- anonymous

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Category: dream

i was in a big dark place making pottery it was really ugly.I had to put it into the fire to make it ppritty.It was all pritty than i had to take it out but i couldent touch it but i really wanted to cuz it was so pritty.I had to get glovs and get it out than i brought it down to the lake to cool off in th water before it got ugly again.I had to go down a ladder to get to the water and all my friends were going to follow me but they werent really my friends that i knew in real life just i knew they were my friends but dident know them . THe ladder brke and a storm was comming and i had to get back up the ladder before it came cuz when it got there i would die. My friends were at the top of the ladder looking down like they wanted to help me up but couldent. I had no choice either wait there and die or try and jump across the water to the land on the right side of me. The stoorm was getting closer and closer so i went for it and i dident make it the storm was to strong and swept me away i tried to get back but it pulled me away and then i couldent breath and slowly but not painfully died. I never died ion a dream before and thought ot was really weird

- sarah

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Category: other

In my sleep, things speak to me, and sometimes what those nightly voices say is truer than anything you'll find elsewhere. In my dream, I was walking alone down a path in a forest. The sky darkened and it began raining, but I kept walking, though shivering with cold. Soon I I began to hear the sounds of a child's birthday party not far off, so I wandered off the path to investigate. The clearing I found was sunny and warm, unlike the path, so I wandered in. When I did so, I noticed that there were no children present, but everyone I had ever trusted. They were singing foolish songs and dancing around. When they saw me, they pulled me into the group and stuck a hat on me, saying it was my birthday. They sang happy birthday and lead me to a coffin where I was glad to lay down, because I was so tired. In fact, in my dream, I was so tired that I didn't notice it when they drove the wooden stake in my heart and bound my limbs, then buried me face down, under a slab of rock. A traditional witchs burial, you know. My dreams speak truely, I am isolated from everyone in that dream now. Every one of them betrayed me in some way or another.

- KeraXia

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Category: nightmare

It seems I'm always having nightmares, but never the ones that come from watching some scary movie or reading a horror book. Some of the scariest nightmares I've ever had came from reading my science book before bed. One of the nightmares was that a bunch of one cell ameobaus(a type of nasty bacteria) grew really big and chased me trying to eat me. I woke up covered in sweat and breathing hard. It was really scary. I don't like sleeping because of my many nightmares.

- T. Casil

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Category: other

I had a very vivid dream some years back, and the bizarre memory of it lingers constatnly at the periphery of my consciousness... I remember wanting to go outside into the backyard, in my dream. Looking up, I could see that the clouds overhead resembled cow's skulls, run though with dessicated birds' feathers and signs of violent rot... I looked into the garage to see a pair of eerie, golden eyes staring back out through the darkness. I investigated only to discover that there were aliens infesting my garage. They walked THROUGH THE WALLS to escape me and ran to their craft located in the parking lot behind my yard. The craft shot upwards at a highly accelerated rate. (NOTE: This was before all this "alien" garbage started. Nobody had ever put a "gray" on a t-shirt before I had this dream, and Chris Carter was still picking his nose and fanatsizing about gorgeous but refined redheads...) My father arrived, telling me to take out the garbage. I did so, and as I walked out to the garbage can, I felt HEAT on the right side of my face. I looked, and right where the sun should be, sat a gigantic TV screen that was glowing warm orange phosphorescence from its edges. The screen was a field of green with yellow dollar signs all over it. Then I woke up.

- Hemlock Martini

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Category: other

I wouldn't know exactly what to label this dream, but it has had some influence on me. It has become the subject of some of my short fiction and other work... Anyway. One day I was riding a Greyhound out of the city. And, naturally, I fell asleep. The dream-images have stayed with me. Here they are: I'm in a chair. I appear to be tied there. The walls are dank, dirty. A single bare bulb hangs from overhead. A man, early-middle-aged, crazy short brown hair, pale eyes, walks into the room. He stands in front of me. Quite calmly, he looks down at me and says "I've got your accelerated culture here for you." Then he raises his arm, puts the barrel of his shotgun to my forehead, and pulls the trigger. Once.

- Adrenochrome

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Category: nightmare

i had this dream when i was about 7 years old or so... my dad had been dead for about 4 years and my mom hadn't gotten remarried or even dated since. we were all living in the same house we do now, my brother and i in the same room (though we don't anymore), and i slept on the top of two bunkbeds. i don't fully recall all of the dream... but of all of them it's the most vivid in my memory. i dreamt that i lived with my family, as well as my father, in a small cabin at the top of a snowy hill, where my brother and i were for one reason or another, out skiing. as we were skiing my brother began to show me just how skilled of a skier he happened to be (even though at the time he was only 5 and hadn't ever ridden on ski's in his life) but in my dream, he'd been great. he did this trick and that, weaving up and down the mountain... and turned to me and asked if i thought i could even do ANY of that. me being the arrogant asshole that i am, i couldn't step down to any dare from my little brother. so i started down the mountain... but did i neglect to mention the nearby cliff? the cliff i couldn't seem to turn away from no matter how i tried? i went straight for it and right off the edge. to this day i can remember every detail of that fall... the look of the pine trees below, the cold wind hitting my face, and the timeless distance i was falling... i fell and fell as the trees rushed up towards me, and as the earth came closer the smaller details came into view. the dirt that wasn't covered yet by the new winter's snow, the small rocks and little twigs and fine needles that had fallen out of the trees onto both snow and earth... then as i hit the first needle of the trees i can remember my hands flailing out in front of me.. my snow shoes kicking wildly, and the pine needles whipping and scraping my face as i plunged. then *wham* it was over... and i was lying face down on my bedroom floor, having fallen three feet from my bunkbed, flat onto my face. my entire body convulsed and i ran ! to the bathroom and retched just as i reached the toilet... whether or not this seems particularly interesting to you makes no difference to me, but it's the reason that i question sleep.

-Altered

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Category: dream

I had a dream recently that involved fire, bottle rockets, small devilish children, wolves, and a neighbor who fucked a deer. Here's how it went...
I was sitting in my room reading some shit piece of literature when I heard the immistakable sounds of bottle rockets flying by my open window. If you don't know what a bottle rocket is, they're a small type of firecracker on a stick that fly in the air and make a shrill noise. Anyway, I got up from my perch on the bed, and noticed that it was the small neighbor child, Senor Diablo, (names have been changed to protect the guilty) and a few of his little devilish cousins. The sight of bottle rockets surprised me because it was not a holiday, and there was no cause for celebration whatsoever, yet they were running around frolicing in their satanic glee. After getting back into reading, I noticed that the rockets were hitting my sister's window. I ran into her room, and there were flames everywhere. They had engulfed the entire room, and they were still flying in. The fire was inching closer and closer to my sister who was somehow still peacefully sleeping on her bed. I pulled her into my arms, and dashed out of the room, much like some sort of gay comic book character who wears tights. After placing my sister safely out of harms way, I ran back into the room and put out the fire with neverending buckets of water. Now the fun part begins... After extinguishing the fire, I ran outside to smack the shit out of Senor Diablo and his friends. As I came nearer to them, they started shooting their bottle rockets at me, but now they had turned into actual rockets, the kinds used in war and the like. I dodged to and 'fro, narrowly escaping the sucky suckiness that would have been if I were to have been blown to pieces. I made my way slowly towards my antagonists, all the while notcing that their father was sitting there laughing maniacally. When I was upon them, he took a rocket, started flailing it around, and suddenly threw it at a deer which had come out of nowhere. Then I realized that there were deer standing all over the place. And then my neighbor dropped his pants and started fucking one of them in the ass. (Pardon the language, but that's what happened.) Systematically, all of the children exploded and there were now wolves howling in the distance. I ran hastily into another neighbor's house, and that's when I woke up. I've heard somewhere that dreams come from subconcious things that you think of, read about, or actually experience. If this is true, then I am one fucked up individual.

Thanks for reading,

LLoyd

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Category is: dream

This was one of the weirdest dreams i ever had. Ok, so in the dream i am sitting on my roof, and my next door neighbor comes flying out of her front door and floats up to where i am sitting. She lands right next to me and tosses me a Pepsi bottle and says "drink up, you'll need it." Well, i hate Pepsi so i throw it off the roof and say "no way" to her. Then her eyes turn red and she chants "Life is going to expire, and your soul will burn in fire, you will perish in the thunder, unless you call my hotline number." So then i fall off the roof and she starts laughing this terrible evil laugh. That's when i wake up and notice that i am standing over my friends bed(she was spending the night) with a can of Shasta and a steak knife. I have no idea what the dream meant, but that very week i had a big fight with my next door neighbor, and we are no longer friends. Ever since then i have VERY extreme dreams, and i hate going to sleep.

-Anonymous

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Category: dream

I had a dream I saved Rosie O'Donnel's baby from falling off an escalator, and she didn't even thank me. God, I hate that fat-headed bitch.

-Sunder

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Category: nightmare

i have dreams some times in groups of threes, one time i had this triligy happen and it all took place in wal-mart ( scarey enuff) and in each i'm looking for toys and in the end i kill poeple. simple then i get message dreams were famouse people tell me shit like its a bad take off of twin peaks, recently i had one where marilyn manson tells me that" intuition is a gift given by the angels fallen and dilivered by the screaming voices of a thousand dead souls, a warning of things to come." any body have any clue as to what the fuck that means. i question sleep because i'm not frightened by these dreams like most people are that i've told, i mean, i kill people and are told things and for some reson constantly feel like some one is chaseing me, and it does't bother me, its the fact that it doesn't bother me that i find troubling. i question sleep because it's still the only thing in my life that gives me some sense of peace.

- ek , Z?

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Category: dream

THIS WASN"T A NIGHTMARE, probably should've been but it was quite the opposite as I woke up smiling. no little grin here. Fully spread smile of absolute contentment. HHMMMMM.Well, anyway, here goes: I was some sort of a fish and I was swimming up a stream, you know really feeling the water, and I was marveling at the beatiful green and brow rocks as I became aware of a desire fo violence. so up the stream I swam and sort of under a wall (like at fancy hotels) and I found myself in a cabin (I'm me again here) and I walked into the bathroom only to find a boy in the shower. I then pulled out a long, beautiful knife and(in slo mo) pricked his soft skin with the tip and then slid the blade across his belly opening him wide(so i could see what he ate for lunch, just kidding). the luminescent red blood poured down his legs exciting me.(not sexually, you pervert!) (yet) I the began cutting every inch of skin not yet red with the beautiful krovy.the sensations became so utterly real(! now I'm turned on) that as long as my eyes were closed I could've sworn my hands were hot with sticky wettness( no,i was not masturbating!!) and then the boy collapsed into red, quivering hunks of meat and I kneeled in it's midst.:) I then opened my eyes to discover it WAS REAL!!! Just kidding. but I really dreamt that.

- SE1