2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/ Lussumo Vanilla & Feed Publisher http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320888#Comment_320888 2012-01-09T01:26:21-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Horrible Warning Si http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1223

Memories are all that stand between us and Galvani’s frogs. Here is where we burn our anecdotes onto the face of the Interweb and persuade history we’re more than twitching amphibian meat ...

THE RULES:

1. Recount a tale on the below topic. You have 300 words. Anything more than that will be flambéed with the righteous heat of Deletion. Repeat offenders will be banned.

Linking to a longer version of the story, or posting subsequent chapters, or anything which indirectly pushes it past that 300 word limit, will be similarly nuked.

2. Read – and comment on – the other entries, before you post your own. Partly that’s because you’ll look like a plum if your story is a rubbish shadow of someone else’s. Mostly it’s because you’re not an impolite shit, are you?

[3. Additional emphasis: “Topic.” TOP-IC. That means your anecdote should revolve around a specific subject, yes? The one below, in fact. Not just any old tale you care to share. Deviation = maggoty pee-hole disaster.]

THE LEGAL CRAP:

By telling us your story, it’s in the public domain. Don’t get pissy about that.

Right now you’re in a pub, surrounded by writers, artists and socialites. If you recount an interesting tale to entertain and endear yourself to your fellows, you do not get to bitch about it if a twisted version of the same tale shows up 30 years later on the other side of the planet. Stories are contagious. My advice? Be honest. Don’t make shit up. Don’t treat this like a fiction thread. It’s a chance to entertain and move us with your life experience. That’s plenty good enough.

THE TOPIC:

"Did someone say "dreams"? That's their SLAVE NAME. In the wild they name themselves "psyche-ejaculata", and their mightiness is mighty."

[Let me repeat, for the sake of the dinlows out there: YOU HAVE 300 WORDS. Lack of net access prevented me from being heavy-handed over the previous thread. No more free passes.]]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320902#Comment_320902 2012-01-09T04:40:02-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 budgie http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=141

Dreams. I don't remember dreams. I'm sure I have them but I don't remember them. Now nightmares, the scum scraped from the bottom of my mental barrel, those excreted pyche-ejaculata, as our ...

I don't remember dreams. I'm sure I have them but I don't remember them.

Now nightmares, the scum scraped from the bottom of my mental barrel, those excreted pyche-ejaculata, as our revered leader puts it... oh, yes. I have nightmares.

Creations of what I laughingly refer to as my mind, producing terrifying scenarios from which I wake up, covered in sweat, heart pumping and thumping through my chest.

Yeah, wouldn't mind remembering nice dreams, or not remembering the nightmares.

Of course the scary thing is when I wonder whether what I'm thinking now, while 'awake', are the nice dreams, and I'll only ever have nightmares when I sleep.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320971#Comment_320971 2012-01-09T13:44:38-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Fauxhammer http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=27

I once had a dream where I was a Dark Lord, resplendent in black armor and black, red-lined cape, and wielding a greatsword of some fell metal. I was laying about--putting down a rebellion or ...

The next night I dreamt I woke up and made coffee.

My subconscious, folks! Let's give it a big round of applause!]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320972#Comment_320972 2012-01-09T13:53:00-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 StefanJ http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=961

When I was a teenager I had a dream in which: I was walking down a Manhattan street at night. I was an adult, indeterminate age. Being Manhattan, it was busy. I crossed the street to go into a ...

I was walking down a Manhattan street at night. I was an adult, indeterminate age.

Being Manhattan, it was busy. I crossed the street to go into a donut & coffee shop . . . a ubiquitous sort of place in NYC. On the way I passed two scruffy guys fighting over . . . was that a shotgun? Anyway, it wasn't my business.

I found a seat in the coffee shop and ordered a donut and coffee. Moments later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned. Inches away was the barrel of a shotgun; beyond that, an insensate angry face.

BLAM.

That was all.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320975#Comment_320975 2012-01-09T14:12:04-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 JP Carpenter http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=2485

I once dreamed that my head had broken, and it had been sent away for repair. 'They' (as in the repair people), had given me a temporary replacement, a courtesy head if you will - which was a ...

The doorbell rang, and it was the postman. Somebody (I don't recall who, my mother or sister probably), answered and took the box from the postman.

Then they dropped it, and I heard the sound of my head shattering in the box. I knew that I'd have to wear the mannequin's head forever and my face would never come back.

I was screaming, I think, for a long while after I awoke. I drank a lot in those days...]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320976#Comment_320976 2012-01-09T14:28:27-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 RenThing http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=155

I don't remember my dreams very often but my nightmares? Oh, they linger. And the thing that fucked me up most growing up was that devil dog Zuul, or Zhul, or Zu'ul, or ever how you pronounce the ...

And the thing that fucked me up most growing up was that devil dog Zuul, or Zhul, or Zu'ul, or ever how you pronounce the ghost/demon from the original Ghostbusters film. Everything was going along quite swimmingly until Sigourney Weaver had to open that god damn refrigerator door and let it out into my brain meat.

That thing stalked me through the dreamscapes of my house. It got me from closets, it clawed me from under the bed. It chased me down the block and got me on the front porch of my neighbor's house as I tried to escape. That fucking thing haunted me for three years nightly, ruined my sleep and turned me into the insomniac I would end up being for years after. I had other nightmares during that time, but Zuul fucked me up more than most. I couldn't even go to sleep if my closet door was open.

Until one dream when it chased me out of my house and into my front yard and my subconscious decided enough was enough. In my dream I turned around, balled up my fists and screamed, "FUCK OFF." Zuul actually looked a little hurt.

I only had one more dream with the demon dog in it a few years later. It looked like it did in the movie when Rick Moranis opens the closet door and it's sitting there, all teeth and horns and glowing eyes, just before it has a coat thrown over it. He came back to check in on me, made sure I was ok. We actually had a nice conversation, about what I couldn't tell you now, and I haven't dreamed of it since.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=320999#Comment_320999 2012-01-09T19:48:33-08:00 2012-01-10T04:43:40-08:00 Beamish http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8236

So, what, do I just type boobs 300 times? Nah, I'm not that bad, mostly. It seems, lately, that my dreams are, usually, some type of adventure survival, often based on my recent media ...

Nah, I'm not that bad, mostly. It seems, lately, that my dreams are, usually, some type of adventure survival, often based on my recent media consumption. The last last that I remember was zombie based, but with creepy, local, detail. It was pretty standard with the back story, I, with my friend Lisa, were the two known survivors.

I live in the suburbs so there are plenty of homes that we traveled between, looting and rooting our way through the town, spending a day or two in each home, emptying pantries and knocking off zombies. I handled most of the dead guy slaughter, as the protector (can you be a sexist bastard in dreams?). When I think about it, the last zombie story I've consumed is from Steveo in the book.

A couple of months ago I had a dream that I was in a GIANT mall (nightmare maybe?) with my wife and another friend surviving against aliens. Yes, I had a sonic. It was pretty fun.

I don't usually have non-standard dream. I love them, it makes an action star out of a fat bastard and that is pretty neat.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321009#Comment_321009 2012-01-10T01:17:44-08:00 2012-01-12T13:29:25-08:00 Greasemonkey http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=4625

I blame watching all nine seasons of the X-files (found the whole collection on The Pirate Bay) for my current spate of dreams. Last week I dreamed that scientists had directly observed a quantum ...

Last week I dreamed that scientists had directly observed a quantum event and caused the laws of physics to collapse. Huge hands were coming down from the sky and tearing up the landscape, because everything was large and small at the same time. A destroyed Earth was hanging above, having been ripped apart and forcing the remnants of humanity to settle on the moon.

(and I'll be pleased if someone wants to use this as the kernel of a sci-fi story)]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321033#Comment_321033 2012-01-10T10:34:52-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Littlepurplegoth http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=10699

I’m one of those who scenarios everything, rehearses it ahead of time to see what the outcome(s) could be, I replay to adjust for multiple possibilities, and am occasionally frustrated by those ...

One such odd dream last week. It was both vivid and ordinary.

A street like many in the UK, indeed clearly here in ‘my town’. Mid 70’s built terraces with tiny gardens front and back. A mismatch of cars; old Beetle, new Landrover, their ages no real clue to the incomes of those tucked behind each front door. I’m drawn to pick a door - pale lilac, all wood, steel door knocker. I push it open and step carefully inside.

A wall of books greets me on entry. Careful selection of a tome saw them fold aside and admit me, into a world of numbers, papers, roses. Stairs to climb, corners to turn, a little algebra for good measure (imaginary numbers as it happens, who knew I’d use something from an aborted attempt at A’level pure mathematics, or maybe just a sub-conscious nod to the presence of Apple in my life?), an attempt to trip (damn those heels... still they look darn good) me, finally the turret (definitely a dream, no sign of this from the outside) with a tiny winding stair. A rope handle, blood red walls, dark grey velvet carpets, candles the only light; and at the top, waiting just out of sight...? The anticipation both a route to heartache, and a conduit for bliss.

Rightly or wrongly, sometimes the things in your dreams are exactly what they seem.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321055#Comment_321055 2012-01-10T14:14:36-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 sellmeyoursoul http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=9518

I tend not to remember my dreams 5 minutes after I wake up. But here's a recent one that I do recall. I was in a restaurant, flirting with a cute waitress. They're closing up so I leave, only to ...

I was in a restaurant, flirting with a cute waitress. They're closing up so I leave, only to realize I left my backpack in the bathroom (as one does). I run into the waitress while trying to get back in. She sneaks me in, past the beligerent owners who live there and I get it. We then spend the rest of the evening having a lovely time flirting, escalating to making out. As one thing is leading to another, her psychotic ex shows up and begins chasing us with a knife. I don't know where the heck she disappeared to, but he had me cornered hiding under a car in the garage of a nearby auto mechanic.

Cut to early morning and Richard fucking Castle walking into the mechanic's garage with coffee. Then I woke up and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night (and yes, my dreams do go into the third person/cut to other people or locations to fill in narrative details). The only conclusion I can draw is that I died and since they say if you die in your dreams, you die in real life, I must assume I'm dead and whatever higher power controls the afterlife has a sick sense of humor. Bastard!]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321078#Comment_321078 2012-01-10T17:06:57-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 trini_naenae http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=183

I have all sorts of fantastical dreams and I always blank out when these things happen. Who knows if I'll manage anything this time. @fauxhammer: That's totally badass. @JP Carpenter: In a ...

@fauxhammer: That's totally badass.

@JP Carpenter: In a weird twisted way, I would have loved waking up from that dream. It's a fascinating one.

@Littlepurplegoth: I do the entire trying to figure out what I should do in any kind of scenario, which is interesting until the scenarios I don't want to think about starts creeping into my dream. It's an interesting dream, with lots of details. I like that, when dreams are full of recognizable details.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321080#Comment_321080 2012-01-10T17:11:07-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Flabyo http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1306

I only ever remember the ludicrously mundane ones unfortunately. I once had a dream where I tried to make cereal, and discovered there was no milk, so went to the store to buy some. Then I woke ...

I once had a dream where I tried to make cereal, and discovered there was no milk, so went to the store to buy some.

Then I woke up, and was massively upset to discover that I didn't actually have any milk despite feeling mentally that I should have some.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321102#Comment_321102 2012-01-10T20:14:06-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 StefanJ http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=961

A pathetic dream which I had a month or so ago. It was a flying dream. (I have these fairly often. Actually, "flying" would be exaggerating a bit. More like enhanced floating. It usually ...

It was a flying dream. (I have these fairly often. Actually, "flying" would be exaggerating a bit. More like enhanced floating. It usually involves twisting my elbows just so.)

So. It's summer. I'm at some kind of neighborhood rummage sales. Lots of long tables full of junk on a grassy field.

I find that I can float in the air. The ease with which I can do this is pleasing, and I smugly cruise around the fair in a lotus position.

Then I realize . . . I have a super power! I can use this to my advantage!

I stretch out and float over the rummage sale tables, browsing them from above and avoiding the crowds.

Sheesh.

Well, towards the end of the dream it did occur to me that I could really freak out the other fairgoers by doing a "dead man's float" over the crowd, flopping limply just of reach of folks.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321113#Comment_321113 2012-01-11T00:05:10-08:00 2012-01-11T00:07:05-08:00 glukkake http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1693

So I believe in dream interpretation, but I don't believe that any of it follows a necessarily set group of symbolism that you could read out of a book. I have lizards show up in my dreams, but its ...

what you're seeing so much as how it makes you feel. In this belief, I have really fucking weird sex dreams.

So in my dream, I'm going through a house, trying to decide if I want to buy it. It has thousands of empty rooms that all have incredibly wet floors that I'm walking through. And I start to feel a little funny. Then at some point, I walk into a room where there is someone knitting. Clickety clacking metal needles rubbing against each other, twisting and pulling and pushing yarn. I can see this all in macro-detail and feel it all throughout my soft bits. And it's bringing me to incredible ecstasy until I can't take it anymore and wake up in quite the sweat, legs clenched, gripping the sheets.

Yea. Sexy fucking synesthetic knitting needles. I hate dreaming.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321140#Comment_321140 2012-01-11T06:40:12-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 lokiskywalker http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=10698

I've only woken myself up laughing twice in my life. This is the second time, about a year ago. In my dream I'm in downtown San Francisco, standing outside a building I recognize as an old movie ...

In my dream I'm in downtown San Francisco, standing outside a building I recognize as an old movie theater. For some reason, however, I'm convinced it's a gay bathhouse (it wasn't) and I'm outraged about that fact (I wouldn't be ordinarily). I keep yelling that it's a gay bathhouse to passersby, who ignore me. Finally I grab a cop, explain to him it's a gay bathhouse and demand that he go in and arrest everybody. The cop says he doesn't care, tells me to get away from him and walks off. As the cop leaves, I yell after him "Aww, but balls are touching in there!" Cue paroxysms of brainless laughter jiggling/choking me awake.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321241#Comment_321241 2012-01-12T04:59:25-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 curb http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1334

Sorry to be a pedant, and I promise I will be back here with some crazy brain juice sometime soon, but right now I feel the need to point out that there are three 'N's in 'Spinning'.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321246#Comment_321246 2012-01-12T06:16:00-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 government spy http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6088

Whenever I dream that I am flying, I'm already in mid-flight. I suddenly realize I do not know the mechanics of how I am flying. I'm being propelled head first, like a rocket, but I have no ...

I suddenly realize I do not know the mechanics of how I am flying.

I'm being propelled head first, like a rocket, but I have no means of maintaining a direction, speed, or altitude.

I imagine it's (geek reference here) somewhat like Cannonball from X-Men; high speeds, little to no control, as I propel myself face first into the ground.

Then I wake up.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321256#Comment_321256 2012-01-12T07:54:52-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Alan Tyson http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1299

I almost never have dreams about flying, but I do, very often, have dreams where gravity stops working. This can be, by turns, very pleasant (almost transcendental) or it can be quivering-asshole ...

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321262#Comment_321262 2012-01-12T08:42:17-08:00 2012-01-12T08:42:53-08:00 Finagle http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=5254

My flying dreams all follow the same format...they've been far too alarmingly real. In these dreams, my flight ability is based on some sort of telekinesis, and I need to focus and have ...

Make of that what you will. I blame the fact that I watched /The Greatest American Hero/ at an early age and learned all the wrong lessons from it.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321275#Comment_321275 2012-01-12T11:17:59-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 StefanJ http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=961

Oh man, how did I forget this one? Finger Puppet Plays. My family and I are in Old Forge, a vacation-oriented town in upstate NY. There's some kind of art festival going on, and the little ...

Finger Puppet Plays.

My family and I are in Old Forge, a vacation-oriented town in upstate NY. There's some kind of art festival going on, and the little community center / gallery is bustling.

But there's a problem. The person who was going to perform the Finger Puppet Play couldn't make it.

Somehow I am drafted into service . . . not knowing what the fuck a Finger Puppet Play is. I try to bow out, but everyone is insistent.

I'm brought into a gallery room where there's a wooden platform, over which is mounted a tan sheet of taut, somewhat elastic cloth. I'm instructed to squeeze underneath the sheet, where I lie on my back. The "play" consists of pressing my fingers up into the sheet, distorting it in such a way as to . . . what? Create shadows? It simply isn't clear.

As I fumble about trying to make interesting patterns in the fabric, attendees circulate through, making snide comments on the quality of my performance.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321277#Comment_321277 2012-01-12T11:27:26-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 RenThing http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=155

I've actually had the "showed up to school and forgot your pants" dream. I remember huddling in the bathroom, begging someone to get me some pants.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321283#Comment_321283 2012-01-12T11:45:14-08:00 2012-01-16T08:14:06-08:00 Alan Tyson http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1299

You know, whenever I have that dream, I'm always the one who notices that I'm not wearing any pants. My (quite thoroughly pantsed or skirted) teachers and peers never point it out.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321288#Comment_321288 2012-01-12T13:14:13-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 JP Carpenter http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=2485

@StefanJ - Finger puppet performance anxiety! One of the most disturbing dreams I've had, in the sense of 'I have no idea where the HELL that came from and it scares me', was being on a sofa ...

One of the most disturbing dreams I've had, in the sense of 'I have no idea where the HELL that came from and it scares me', was being on a sofa comforting a sobbing Homer Simpson while Marge was being gangbanged by dozens of grey skinned cavemen. I think she waved at him at one point.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321328#Comment_321328 2012-01-13T05:40:45-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 curb http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1334

@Beamish Heh, I know that feeling - nothing like a nice action adventure dream. Personally, I have a particularly fond memory of smashing up Nazis with a mace. My experience is a little similar to ...

My experience is a little similar to @JP Carpenters, and it left me feeling truly disturbed. In the dream, I had a series of cracks in my skull, which I could feel whenever I ran my fingers across my scalp. They felt deep, but I was too frightened to probe them in case my brain would get damaged. For weeks after that dream, I braced myself every time I washed my hair, just in case I found a crack.

A question to you all, if I may? On the odd occasion I dream of fighting with somebody, I always find that the fights take place as if we're underwater. No matter how hard either of us swings, it's impossible to land a firm blow. Even when someone does get hit with something that should do them serious harm, most of the time it doesn't seem to affect them at all. Has anyone else experienced this?]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321699#Comment_321699 2012-01-16T15:34:00-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 MrMonk http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6192

@curb Whenever I would want to move quickly in a dream, it always turned into slow motion. Very sluggish and hard to move, and always with little impact on the action. About this time last year, I ...

About this time last year, I dreamed that I was driving one of the women of Whitechapel to Montreal in one of those oversized vintage cars, going slowly through back roads and quaint towns. I got annoyed because she kept fiddling with the radio presets and complaining that I wouldn't let her smoke. She also sang along with the radio because she knew the words to every song that she came across. We wound up arguing about the smoking. Throughout the dream, I never questioned why we were going to Montreal or why we were going there together, since we had never met. I did wonder where I had gotten the car and how I was going to return it to the owner.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321700#Comment_321700 2012-01-16T15:43:18-08:00 2012-01-16T21:50:38-08:00 Greasemonkey http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=4625

The sluggish sensation we feel during dreams is due to sleep paralysis. Our brains disable most of the motor commands to our muscles so we don't violently thrash around during our dreams, and we're ...

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321703#Comment_321703 2012-01-16T15:57:23-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Purple Wyrm http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6726

I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do they tend to be really vague and unfocused - even immediately after waking up. The main exception is nightmares which for me typically take the form of ...

Specifically hunting me, as if I've got some kind of homing beacon in my skull. No matter where I run or hide these vast, supposedly impersonal forces are out to get me, for no reason I can comprehend.

In the rare non-nightmare dream that's not a vague, muddled, mess I can often fly. However it usually requires me to stick my fists in my armpits and continually waggle my arms like I'm doing the birdie dance. Then, once airborne, I usually crash into power lines.

Finally I'll sometimes have the opposite of nightmares. A clear, vivid dream where everything is fantastic, all the problems in my life are solved and I'm deliriously happy. Then I wake up and have to deal with stupid, crushing reality. Frankly I'd rather have the Gojira dream again...

The only conclusion that I can draw is that my subconscious really hates me :)]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321704#Comment_321704 2012-01-16T15:58:44-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 izenmania http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=5328

Did you ever have the one where you got chased down the beach by a man-sized lobster? No? Just me, then. I suppose it wasn’t that odd. Lobster aside, it’s an old classic. The failed run, ...

I suppose it wasn’t that odd. Lobster aside, it’s an old classic. The failed run, pumping your legs as mad as anything, but you just. Can’t. Go. The sand gums up the works, and the lobster is gaining.

The lobster is always gaining.

My family could run. A dash to the top of the dune, and then they watched, as the lobster closed, clickety clack go the claws.

A dream like a riddle. How do you run without running? How do you flee with your feet gummed in the sand?

That’s about when I dove into the side of the hill and rocketed down a slide, feet striking a skateboard buried in a cavern deep, momentum driving me up the other side and into the sky.

Not entirely how I expected that one to end.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321705#Comment_321705 2012-01-16T15:59:36-08:00 2012-01-16T16:01:23-08:00 MrMonk http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6192

Here's another one; not so much a dream as a recurring place in a number of dreams. A number of my dreams have taken place in and about an old house, typical of the 4-room, working-man's homes of ...

A number of my dreams have taken place in and about an old house, typical of the 4-room, working-man's homes of the 1930's, except that it also has an unfinished upper floor. There is a recent addition on the back, which I've seen from the outside, but never entered. It smells of recently-cut wood. The house is on the side of a steep rocky hill, with the road passing about 15-20 feet below it. There are neighboring houses on either side, but I haven't seen any sign that they are inhabited. On the other side of the road, and further downhill, is some flat, wet land with a few abandoned buildings and open foundations. There is a wide river on the far side. An abandoned concrete dock extends into the river, and there are buildings and boat docks on the other side. No boats, never a boat on this river. I can see all of this from my house. In some dreams, there is a strong smell of diesel coming from the direction of the river. An old pickup or a tractor trailer will occasionally pass by on the road below.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321706#Comment_321706 2012-01-16T16:04:59-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 MrMonk http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6192

@izenmania No lobster for me. When I was a kid, I had dreams about being chased by a giant spider in a top hat.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321715#Comment_321715 2012-01-16T18:41:04-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 oldhat http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=75

Sexiest dream I've had: Patrick Stewart and I, as Ghostbusters, fucking in ECTO-1. Other dream that, if anyone knows anything about dream interpretation, I'd appreciate some insights. I'm ...

Other dream that, if anyone knows anything about dream interpretation, I'd appreciate some insights.

I'm outside on the front yard of my house. It's night time. The old oak tree, which was cut down long ago, is there. There's a specific branch that looks like it's almost attached to a cut power line. Sparks are shooting out of its tip. It's looking dangerous. Near the tree on my right I see something burning and moving frantically. I go to get a closer look, thinking it might be one of the many stray cats in my area that happened to get a spark on its fur. When I look I notice that it's a turtle, on its back frantically trying to get upright while the flames surround it. After a few seconds it stops dead, the flame still charring it, bits melting off of it. I look around the yard and notice little dark rocks around the area with smoke coming out of them. I pick them up and realize they're half burned bits of turtle. One of the bits, a head, is fixed in to what looks like a scream.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321721#Comment_321721 2012-01-16T20:28:47-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Fishelle http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8854

I remember a lot of my dreams. I often dream of playgrounds. Slightly less often of movie theaters, usually trying to find a seat midway through a film. My dreams will vary from mundane to ludicrous. ...

I feel like if I start describing dreams on this thread I will not stop. So I'll just leave it at that.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321726#Comment_321726 2012-01-16T21:46:59-08:00 2012-01-16T21:49:53-08:00 Alan Tyson http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1299

I've been falling asleep to voices for as far back as I can remember. I started with those Read-Along Disney cassette tapes (which you could play on an eerie-as-hell felt-covered Mickey Mouse tape ...

Anyway, I've always been comforted by voices as I'm drifting off to sleep. I think my caveman brain chooses to interpret George Guidall, or James Marsters, or whoever's doing the reading, as the presence of at least one other caveman, who will wake me if, say, a direwolf decides to come knock over our cave furniture, and therefore it is safe to go to sleep. I take such comfort from this, in fact, that I often cannot sleep in silence.

This has resulted, a few times, in me actually dreaming parts of a book or drama... not often, but occasionally, as an active participant. I have been one of the kids trying to rid Derry, Maine of an evil shapeshifting clown; I have been The Red Panda, Canada's Greatest Superhero (or at least I've jumped rooftops with him and The Flying Squirrel). I have even been onboard a starship as its fusion drive ruptures, my atoms scattered out into the stars. I remember these dreams far better, naturally, than any dreams I might have come up with on my own.

Fittingly, I'm just about to turn on an audiobook (the 10th Anniversary Edition of American Gods) and hit the hay...]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321742#Comment_321742 2012-01-17T05:14:20-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 curb http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1334

@Greasemonkey - Cheers for the explanation, chap!

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321751#Comment_321751 2012-01-17T07:38:51-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 lampcommander http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=4529

I too have had the pantless dream often, except in my dream I'm wearing only tightie-whities. It's a super annoying dream too, because I'm always at school (well past that age now), I always notice ...

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321753#Comment_321753 2012-01-17T08:32:25-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Flabyo http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1306

I get all the rubbish common ones like 'all my teeth are falling out' and 'i didn't study for a test'. One thing that is a little odd is that in many of my dreams I live in a particular house. ...

One thing that is a little odd is that in many of my dreams I live in a particular house. It's not one I've ever been to in life, but in my dreams it's mine and I've lived there for years. I don't think it's a real place. I know the details of it intimately though, and quite often I wake up wondering why I'm not in that house...]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321776#Comment_321776 2012-01-17T12:49:10-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Greasemonkey http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=4625

@curb - yer welcome

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321777#Comment_321777 2012-01-17T13:00:12-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 StefanJ http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=961

Greasemonkey notes: Sleep paralysis is also responsible for some alien abduction delusions, where a sleeper partially awakens and is unable to move. "Hypnogogic Dreams", they're ...

Sleep paralysis is also responsible for some alien abduction delusions, where a sleeper partially awakens and is unable to move.

"Hypnogogic Dreams", they're called.

The last couple of times I had these, I was able to figure out what they were in situ.

So, I was able to ignore, or at least feel exasperated impatience with, the imaginary vague-faced thing standing in my room in one case, and feel somewhat embarrassed at imagining the troupe of SCA types dancing around and spraying water at the wilderness cabin where I was staying.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321778#Comment_321778 2012-01-17T13:16:43-08:00 2012-01-17T13:17:39-08:00 Greasemonkey http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=4625

"Hypnogogic Dreams", they're called. I didn't know they were called that. I've never had that exact experience, but I've had nightmares where I've known I was dreaming and tried to ...

"Hypnogogic Dreams", they're called.

I didn't know they were called that.

I've never had that exact experience, but I've had nightmares where I've known I was dreaming and tried to make myself wake up. Actually managed to open my eyes while still asleep, but couldn't move.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321808#Comment_321808 2012-01-17T18:03:22-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 RenThing http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=155

A few years ago I was at a camp site in Washington during one of the coldest parts of that year. The cabins, little more than over-grown shacks, had a wall heater as a small consolation but were ...

Me: Overheated?
Greg: Yep.
Me: Hallucinated?
Greg: Yep.
Me: What was it?
Greg: Giant chicken standing over me threatening to lay an egg on my head. You?
Me: Ed the bunny from Donnie Darko. Didn't say anything, just stared...and stared...and stared.
Greg: Man that's fucked.
Me: Yep.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=321949#Comment_321949 2012-01-19T12:48:48-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Luke http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=193

@budgie You know better than to turn down any creations of your own brain - even when it is a psychic dialysis machine accidentally hooked up to feedback. And if you could be aware of both reality ...

@Fauxhammer So your subconscious believes you're invincible and will triumph even when the worst possible thing happens, and you're painting that as a bad thing? No wonder it fantasizes about doing without the higher functions for a bit.

@JP Carpenter Never mind the horror, when a subconscious provides something with clear imagery and a coherent plot like that I get tin-foil hat suspicious. Who's implanting these actual stories? Where's the bit about being terrified because you can't read the spider-sandwich?

@Beamish Nice work. You don't even need lucid dreaming because it's already doing exactly what you'd want.

@oldhat I'd say you get the geek-girl prize for that dream, except the prize IS having that dream, so it's already neatly tied up. (Which may now become part of future dreams if you're into that scene.)

My own subconscious is a sneaky agenda-having bastard, which is a pretty good trick for something which can't read or spell. In college I'd been swearing I'd start getting up in the AM to become a Better Person. I set the alarm and swore by every relevant force that I'd get up when it beeped. That night was a non-stop series of bomb disposal dreams - all panicked and hurried and momentary starts of waking up (to make me extra tired) - so that when the alarm went off, all my stressed and sleep-deprived was a bunch of red LEDs connected to wires and an alarmed screaming. I think I turned off the alarm, reset the time AND ripped it out of the wall simultaneously. Then my subconscious took the rest of the day off, along with the rest of my brain.

Cunning bugger.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322063#Comment_322063 2012-01-20T15:14:12-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Ampersand http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=10067

I used to have a recurring dream that started when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I'm not entirely sure how long it lasted (maybe until I was 12 or so), but I know that it showed up about 2 years ago ...

I am running, and for some reason, I can't stop running. The ground is like a bean bag throwing board - full of holes. Somehow, there are monsters living under these holes, and they are trying to get me, but they can't get out of the holes. Even though I can easily see them, the holes keep closing and reopening in random places, and I eventually fall into one. At this point, I have a brief moment of panic, and then I reappear in mid-run back on top of the board. I am concerned as to how many lives I have left, like I am trapped in a video game or something. There is no sky, no other people, and no landscape - just the board.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322143#Comment_322143 2012-01-21T15:13:05-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 256 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=4827

@& - On the plus side, if you ever need to design a horrendous arcade game, you're basically set.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322147#Comment_322147 2012-01-21T16:40:36-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 Purple Wyrm http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6726

Fun one last night. I dreamt that Iggy Pop was giving up music to become a TV ghost hunter. I tuned in to "Iggy Pop's Paranormality" with great interest only to discover it was a bunch of ...

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322208#Comment_322208 2012-01-22T11:05:45-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 curb http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=1334

Given that he's been doing car insurance ads over here recently, are you SURE it was a dream?

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322211#Comment_322211 2012-01-22T11:22:54-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 government spy http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=6088

One reoccurring dream I has was when I was a kid, between 9-13 years old. I was lost in a subway platform (I had never actually been in a subway, so it was made up of subway stations from TV), and ...

I was lost in a subway platform (I had never actually been in a subway, so it was made up of subway stations from TV), and I was wandering around asking for help. I spotted a police officer, and being the young naive kid that I was, I asked him for help. The policeman looked down at me, and instead of talking, he opened his mouth impossibly wide, and this loud, unearthly siren-like sound emanated from his gaping maw. I would back away, terrified, only to find everyone on the subway platform stopping where they stood, only to turn and look at me, all with the same wide-open mouths, all making that sound, and it became louder, deafening until I would awake.

I would awake, lying in my bedroom next to the window, where my German Shepard lay underneath my open window, howling into the night. Then I would throw something at him and tell him to shut up. No joke, this happened time after time, and each time in the dream I would forget that it was my dog the whole time.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322223#Comment_322223 2012-01-22T14:50:30-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 trini_naenae http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=183

@government spy: That is really creepy.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10440&Focus=322252#Comment_322252 2012-01-22T23:13:28-08:00 2013-05-19T17:33:15-07:00 RobertDobolinaEsq http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=10708

Long-time reader, first-time commenter. Not sure if I'll get this in before the thread closes, but it's worth a shot. I mostly have mundane dreams, which I can remember in detail but in which ...

I mostly have mundane dreams, which I can remember in detail but in which little of note happens. I have, however, had seven extraordinarily vivid nightmares, each of which stuck with me, some for over two decades now.

The two weirdest of these:

The floating hotel dream involved going to a room at night -- the number was 486 -- in an ornately-appointed hotel with red carpeting. I had an important appointment there, but when I knocked, the door opened to reveal the room empty and I abruptly found myself floating up near the ceiling, as if my body had become a balloon. This was a floating dream, not a flying one: I had no control over where I drifted, and the dream ended as I floated out over a staircase and back out into the lobby, where I could see other guests in the air, their bodies grotesquely distended and their faces horrified.

The Danny DeVito body salesman dream (same night) began in front of a strip mall on a sunny day. I walked in to a comic book shop in which one of the clerks turned out to be Danny DeVito. He nodded at me knowingly and took me back to look at the "special stock," leading me into a room full of moth-eaten suits on big metal racks. In the deepest recesses of this room was a circular rack which had human bodies on it, hanging from meathooks. These were not corpses, nor did they show any sign of violence. They were completely mundane objects, just like the suits, and in-dream I had the sense of a workaday transaction, as if I was planning on buying one of these bodies to wear in the same way as I would buy any other garment.]]>