Dreams
#436
Posted 29 November 2007 - 12:32 PM
First it was like, these bins of these shiny polished rock things that had different weird names like you'd find in an RPG (the Stones of Sages, etc). And nearly everyone from the forums (and some people that I assume were from the forums but since I don't know what they look like, they were kinda anonymous figures) were in a big crowd, and Chyld and Jm were asking, "Who wants one of these? They're worth such and such XP." And we'd all raise our hands and they'd hand them out. Then for some reason we were all in a big swimming pool, with some people in swimsuits and some people just in all their clothes. I was in clothes. We were all just goofing off at first. But then I got mad at one particular forum member because he was being an ass, and so to "get him back," I kissed another particular forum member, and I don't know why that was getting him back for being an ass, but it worked, because the previous forum member got really mad at me. The guy I kissed was just weirded out, of course. Then we all played some sort of weird RPG game in the pool with our rocks that had different qualities and stuff.
It was really weird, and now I'm late for class.
#438
Posted 10 December 2007 - 09:32 AM
The other night, I dreamt I had driven just driven down the road to the petrol station to buy some sweets, but a policeman saw me, and since I haven't even taking my driving test let alone passed it, I tried escaping by jumping into the nearby river to carry me away, but got caught and was fined either £2000 or $2000. A few key points to note however.
- I don't own a car.
- The petrol station at the bottom of the road has been a car showroom for nearly 10 years.
- I was actually Teodor of Achewood fame.
I distinctly remember Ray flying a plane around the countryside for most of the rest of the dream.
Less Is More v4
Now resigned to a readership of me, my cat and some fish
#439
Posted 02 January 2008 - 03:05 PM
The nightmare:
I am employed at America Online (which I actually used to work at & loathe). I am fairly new to the company, maybe under 6 months. I come in for work one morning and make my way to my desk/station.
Before I continue telling of this nightmare, it should be worth mentioning that this nightmare is cast in a rather eery, yet comical tone. As if every little tidbit scenario about it has some sort of dark parodic value to it.
So, I am going thru the revolving doors after swiping my badge, having the laser read my fingerprint, scan my retina, & take a urine & blood sample to prove who i am (no! this didnt really happen at work, but this is a fine example of that dark comical tone this nightmare has all throughout)
As i make my way thru the building, which has an overmodulated amplifier p.a. system that sounds ala an International Airport and less like a small office. It seems to be directing employees to their assigned stations like they were herded cattle and less like they are in fact diligent employees.
There are huge hanging illuminated signs indicating reference points such as "restrooms", "breakroom", "stations", etc.
(like i say, the call center is set up more like an huge airport and less like a call center. The employees coming into work look more like jet-lagged soul-less zombies, and nothing like refreshed enthusiastic employees.)
As I proceed to my assigned station, and attempt to log in, i realize that my password isnt working. I am constantly being hounded by the daily automated voice from my computer station which reminds me that "YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO LOG-IN AND TAKE A CALL" "YOU HAVE 4 MINUTES AND 58 SECONDS TO LOG-IN AND TAKE A CALL" " YOU HAVE 4 MINUTES AND 56 SECONDS TO LOG-IN AND TAKE A CALL"...(you get the idea).
realizing my time is running short, i flag down a manager, and the manager i flag down isnt necessarily my immediate boss, but a rather friendly older lady that seems senile in her daily duties (like everything about this evil corporation is fine and dandy).
she smiles at me and as im desperately trying to explain to her that my time is running low, and that i am having trouble trying to log in, she cuts me off and asks me for my first and last name. over the course of what seems like 10 minutes...she repeatedly types my name wrong into her computer as she is trying to identify the reason for why i am not able to log-in.
at one point she even asks for my middle name and street address...wtf does that have to do with anything?.. i ask myself.
she finally gives up on typing my name, and allows me to sit in her chair. as i do i am continued to be annoyed by the "Star Trek anthem" that has been blaring from her computer's speakers for the past ten or so minutes. (im not a trekkie, im a jedi). But even as i type in my name to try to search her "master system" to see why employee number 163729010018102 (me!!!) cant log in, i eventually learn that the reason i cant log-in is because of restriction number: #27381-FJH.
(which to decipher what this restriction means, it of course requires the attention of a higher supervisor, which seemed to be standing right behind both of us as soon as the restriction number popped up)
I am soon whisked away down a labyrinth of office hallways, up several flights of stairs, and seated in a huge leather chair that is undoubtedly paid for out of my hard earned paycheck.
me and the star-trek supervisor lady, along with the higher-up manager that summoned us to this office soon find ourselves in front of "THE MAN", along with several of his refined colleagues who know absolutely nothing about working in a call center, but was given their high-income occupational positions on the sole merits of their academic credentials (college degrees, etc)
it doesnt take them long to decipher the strange restriction code as meaning that i "refused to take a call", meaning i either hung up on a customer, or i just simply didnt do everything in my power to make their valued customer 100% happy.
as i sit nervously inside this huge office, i am surrounded by those generic hanging pictures that say things like "inspiration" "achivement" dedication", and usually has some silly backdrop like a sunset, ocean or golfcourse.
these pics are accompanied with enlarged, poster-sized photographs of actual call-center employees that the company feels are their shining stars, and features them with unrealistic over-sized smiles on their faces holding up huge cardboard checks that are for measily reward amounts...such as $15.86, etc.
like the employee should be greatful that the evil company gives them any money outside of their underpaid paycheck allows them.
i am sitting there in this chair, chewing on the eraser of my pencil like its bazooka joe bubblegum, as i await the results of this much deliberated outcome of what to do with me?
do i still have a job?, i dont know. i feel more like a convicted mass murderer on trial awaiting the outcome of the jury, than an unsuspecting employee at a call center who may have hung up on a customer.
the results are soon in, as the managerial jury has reached their much deliberated verdict..they find me guilty in hanging up on a customer. i am soon asked to forfiet my badge, my headphones, and all the silly items that this company has ever given me,..such as koozies, bookbags, t-shirts, pencil toppers, mouse pads, cd wallets, cup holders, writing tablets, and Nerf footballs.
it isnt before long that i wake up..thank goodness,,,right?
This post has been edited by mireaux7: 02 January 2008 - 03:09 PM
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QUOTE (chefelf @ Feb 23 2008, 10:30 AM)
That's what I'm here for.
#440
Posted 03 January 2008 - 09:05 AM
I fled in a big monster truck, but the girl kept coming.
That was the scariest little bitch I've ever seen. I woke up screaming.
Crazy stuff, man.
#441
Posted 16 January 2008 - 11:51 AM
First it was like, these bins of these shiny polished rock things that had different weird names like you'd find in an RPG (the Stones of Sages, etc). And nearly everyone from the forums (and some people that I assume were from the forums but since I don't know what they look like, they were kinda anonymous figures) were in a big crowd, and Chyld and Jm were asking, "Who wants one of these? They're worth such and such XP." And we'd all raise our hands and they'd hand them out. Then for some reason we were all in a big swimming pool, with some people in swimsuits and some people just in all their clothes. I was in clothes. We were all just goofing off at first. But then I got mad at one particular forum member because he was being an ass, and so to "get him back," I kissed another particular forum member, and I don't know why that was getting him back for being an ass, but it worked, because the previous forum member got really mad at me. The guy I kissed was just weirded out, of course. Then we all played some sort of weird RPG game in the pool with our rocks that had different qualities and stuff.
It was really weird, and now I'm late for class.
You kissed me, didn't you?
Yeah I knew it.
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#442
Posted 16 January 2008 - 04:29 PM
There was something about someones eyes going red when they were either warm or lying, but that could just ahve been some reference to pot, I don't know...
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Now resigned to a readership of me, my cat and some fish
#443
Posted 16 January 2008 - 05:06 PM
We carry a harpoon
But there ain't no whales so we tell tall tales
And sing a whaling tune
#444
Posted 31 January 2008 - 06:31 PM
That is one badass baby.
#445
Posted 17 February 2008 - 05:18 PM
I had a dream that a highway loop was being built here in Dallas area that would completely "double decker LBJ, 20, 820, 183, and the portion of stemmons that connects 183 to LBJ (completing an entire loop, per se, but this new highway would be a second level on top of it.
upon waking up from this dream i realized that the new highway loop was actually the much proposed OUTER loop that is actually in talks,.which isnt to be built on top of exisiting highways,.but actually a whole new highway that simply loops around the whole metro area.
but going back to this dream, the highway was about 1/2 completed, when a huge meteorite fell from the sky...it made a huge impression in the earth, about a 1/4 mile circumference.
not too long after that, a second meteorite fell from the sky not too far away from the location of the first meteorite. this 2nd one struck a huge shopping mall and pretty much demolished it. it was a 5 story mall, and when the meteorite struck, it destroyed all the upper 4 floors...so that everyone on these floors perished. everyone on the first floor, narrowly escaped.
i have no utter idea what this dream means...the best i can gather is that once this new highway is completed, or somewhat completed,..meteorites will strike the earth (Armeggedon?)
Shit, Fuck, Piss: I had to say that because I can on this website. (Thanks Chef!)
QUOTE (chefelf @ Feb 23 2008, 10:30 AM)
That's what I'm here for.
#446
Posted 16 April 2008 - 07:07 PM
It started of with me finding a device that generated portals to different locations globally. After ducking back over to Holland for some herrings I accidentally discovered the device also had time travelling capabilities. So after temporal tampering around between 1680s and the 1940s around Europe, I inadvertently altered history and managed to go back and fix most of these. This included the rather paradoxical practice of going back to prevent myself from ruining coastal European sea trade and practical joke I played on a young Adolf Hitler which I think I let go, but it had some consequence to our legal system that came into play later… after inviting a friend along it all became a bit of a blur. Adventures were had, that are now vague one thing led to another, and a death was involved. I can’t actually remember if I was responsible for the person’s death but the local authorities certainly thought so.
I was chased up a building by quite a substantial amount of police and evaded arrest by jumping out 12th story window, opening a portal directly below me that opened a meter above the ground below. So the police saw me jump, but when they got to the window I was lying on the ground unconscious (I still hit my head), when I woke up I no longer had the device as all my possessions had been confiscated. As I Was coming to I over heard the doctors telling the police I may have suffered severe brain damage. So I faked being reduced to the mentality of a five year old with amnesia and escaped the murder charge on a technicality. However I had to spend three months in a rehabilitative hospital under constant evaluation wile being tutored in kindergarten grade education, before I was in a position to gain access to my possessions and reclaim the device to return to my own time and place. Funnily enough it was the doctors idea to retrieve my stuff thinking it might help restore my memory seeing familiar things. I stayed on for another month because there was this really cute nurse who thought I was adorable (this of course was because she thought I had the mind of a five year old) but I figured at some point I could probably get her alone explain the situation… and yeah. Eventually I realised this wasn’t a productive line of thinking because it would mean a(n assumed) murder pretending to be a retard for four whole months was trying to get in her pants… So, figuring this would come across as creepy, and distracted by the fact that my friend had been arrested I teleported into prison grabbed him and got the hell out.
There was more to it, but that's all I rember now...
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#449
Posted 22 April 2008 - 12:54 PM
A few nights ago I had a dream that my ex-boyfriend/ex-best friend that I haven't spoken to in like a year or more, contacted me for some weird reason.
Then last night, he really did. Raaaandom. (I'm so totally a prophet of dreams, eh?)
#450
Posted 27 September 2008 - 06:31 AM
I was never good at self diagnosis so I have no idea why I dreamt that.
-Jimmy McTavern, 1938.