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Originally Posted by Emily(+some number)
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Originally Posted by Emily(+some number)
This isn't one of my dreams it's my boyfriends that he was telling me about:
We were walking down the road and these guys surronded us and he looked around and I was gone and he was trying to protect me but he couldn't find me and he kept looking, and then he saw me and these guys were trying to kill me and he was trying to get me and he got beaten up and died.
He is a rather odd child!! Hehe
Last night I dreamt that I was showing someone my dental bridge and it had a rotting tooth. Then I dreamt that my uncle and his family were helping me an my mom pack up our house because we were moving to New York. I was getting ready to throw out al these little "army men" type figures but they were more like cartoon characters and my cousin kept pulling them out of the garabage.
wow, cool dream.
I dreamed last night, when I was actually sleeping and not bringing drinks to half the household, that I was talking to jrr tolkien. It was awesome except I couldn't understand half his words and he talked about all his essays and speeches and by the time I woke up I was so exhausted I felt like crumpling up like an accordian on the floor.
I was at work, but it was bigger and we had a river and docks on the property. There was a kayak race that I wanted to be in but I couldn't get down to the starting line, by the time I actually got down there, there was no one left to be a partner with, then I was under a bridge near where the race was being held for some reason I thought I needed to go down this drain pipe to find some friends. Then I was in the balcony of a gymnasium and Bon Jovi was giving a concert, it was a pretty small place and the crowd wasn't very enthusiastic. The drummer was up in the balcony as well, he was preparing for his fire breathing act.
I dreamt something terrible last night. It was:
The country is being ruled my extremely religious people. A country (I have forgotten which) attacks Pakistan. I dreams that my grandpa's home is the whole Pakistan. They attacks at my grandpa's home and their soldiers are coming with swords in their hands instead of guns and their president is in the middle of all the soldiers
And then they starts to kill everybody. I, also have sword in my hand and I also starts to murder them and then I kills a lot of people. In the end, I have killed their President. Now, the people of my country left (their number is six) are congratulating me for murdering the President.
I asks them that now only six people are left in the whole country, so what should we do now?
A person of those five people replies that we should call some people from Begladesh.
(It is one of the most terrible dreams that I have ever dreamt)
I dreamt I was at work and a coworker was working on a computer in the label room (they don't have internet access) as I passed by the screen caught my eye. He was posting a poem to this website. I was weirded out but felt more comfortable when he started typing in the info to become a new user.
I dreamt that I was trying on a jump suit and parachute for skydiving but I had no plans to jump. I was just trying them on for the heck of it.
No More Telling because now, nearly all of my dreams are concerned with politics.
Guns are actually very thought-provoking.
Especially if they are being aimed to you.
Happened about a month ago. We were taken from our cell to the execution chamber. A depressing thing was, that one of the soldiers was once a friend, a former classmate. We understood that it was the war and so on, and it really wasn't his fault and that you had to pick sides, and so on, but that didn't stop us from berating him - we really wanted to be remembered and we believed that he would remember then.
There were four people being shot at a time. One of them was also a person who had been a classmate for eleven years.
We knew that one of us had a slim chance of escaping. We didn't hope for anything. We forgot about that chance quite soon.
We had no eyeband. We didn't ask for it. An eyeband is somehow humiliating.
In the execution chamber, we knew that we had exactly five seconds to live.
It was a terribly interesting experience.
I didn't have to do anything. A last cigarette would have been a new experience, but any new experiences didn't matter anymore - they were going to be deleted forever after five seconds. That what i did wouldn't change anything anymore, they wouldn't make any difference.
I did not fear death. I liked life. I loved life. But well, all good things must end and when it ends then there is no me to feel the nostalgy. I understood that i had only feared the nostalgy for life not feared death. So, everything was okay.
There was no possibility of escaping. I was going to be bloody shot in two seconds. No difference what i did.
I just thought stoically: well, this is it. Goodbye and thanks for the fish. Fare well
If my hands hadn't been tied, I would have made a peace-sign.
But then i remembered that one of us had a chance of escaping. Then i understood that this was a dream and that i could escape by waking up.
I woke up. I wonder if i should have.
I find it kinda funny,
i find it kinda sad,
that the dreams in which i'm dying
are the best I've ever had.
What a rhyme! :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by Taliesin
It comes from the soundtrack of a (brilliant) movie "Donnie Darko".
We'd like to suggest the movie to anyone who hasn't seen it.
I don't remember whose version is on the Donnie Darko soundtrack, but it was originally by Tears for Fears. The song is called "Mad World."
I dreamed I was at work talking to some coworkers and I felt 2 guys come up behind me, I looked around and thought it was my ex-boss so I continued my conversation with my coworkers. I turned around again and realized it wasn't my ex-boss. The 2 men introduced themselves and told me they were from the Department of Health and Environment and they wanted to tour my plant. I said ok. I started to walk out on the shop floor then realized I needed to put on my steel toe shoes, I told the men to hold on and went to a door, I opened the door and it was my closet - I had the hardest time fnding my shoes but envetually I gave the men a tour. We stopped at a process and they asked me how it was done, I told them and they both looked at each other and shook there heads and said "Oh that's where the problem is occurring". Next thing I know my coworkers and I are waiting at a bus stop/train stop to go to a concert. Some unknown guy, but familiar, comes up and sits on the railing next to me and put his arm around me. The guy I have the hots for walks up, sees this and says "What's this about?" Then the alarm went off.
Strange and interesting Dream! Well, dreams are always weird.
Hey papa, whats your occupation/job/profession? Do you work in something related to Health and Environment?