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Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

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Some various and sundry dreams:

I decided to walk to Alaska, which in this dream was only 14 KM north of my town of residence. After reaching Alaska, I eventually decided to go back home, and decided the best way back was to swim the entire lake which stretched between Alaska and my home. However, soon after swimming a little ways, I found a massive crevice had opened up in the lake bed and the entire lake was slowly by surely emptying, the water swirling down like in a giant sink. Figuring these waters were too treacherous to continue navigating, I swam back to Alaska and booked a room at a lakeside hotel. As it turns out, this hotel was built atop a large kraken which was inhabiting the lake. As the lake continued to drain, the kracken was sucked down into the Earth. I escaped, but not without banging my head on the broken rock of the crevice the lake was draining into.

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My mama had turned up alive. To prove she was really alive and not part of a delusion, I wanted to take a photo of her holding a book I'd purchased after she died. While I searched and searched for one of these books, I was awakened by the phone ringing.

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A series of disconnected vignettes involving Alannah Myles. In some, she was a wicked witch seeking to restore her lost youth/vitality through black magic. In others, she wasn't a wicked witch and was indignant that people were seeing her as such. In most, she was trying to seduce me, through gifts or otherwise.

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It was winter. The family had discovered a load of young kittens half-frozen somewhere outside. As my sister and father were bringing them in, I attempted to play with them. At this point, they'd spent their formative weeks without much human interaction, so they were already distrustful and half-feral, though some were tamer than others. Funnily enough, they'd made friends with a small baby mouse and a fuzzy little insect. Also, there was a Jedi with a chartreuse reverse mullet helping bring the kittens in. Upon discovering the insect, he slowly and sadistically crushed it under his boot, despite my desperate pleas to spare it. Enraged, I picked the Jedi up and broke his back over my knee.
 

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I travelled through time and space to the Antebellum South. Once I got there, I visited a park. I started talking to the folks there about the Gnostic Gospels, explaining that most were lost/existed in fragments 'cause they'd been suppressed by the religious authorities of the time. This pissed off many of them, and they sent for guards. The guards wore heavy 18th century dresses of red, gold-embroidered fabric. They began torturing me, with one jamming the end of his musket over my right middle finger, firing straight through my arm and out my elbow.

As one guard levelled his musket at me to shoot me death, I wrenched it out of his hands and beat him to death with it. I then sought to escape. A group of slave childen, disguised as a guard within one of the heavy red dresses, hid me under the skirts and smuggled me out of there.
 

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A boy in his late teens/early twenties entered into a relationship with an older man's wife. The man found out about the affair. Being both a Vodou bokor and a damn good cook, he whipped up a pot of cursed jambalaya. Cornering the younger man in an alley, he scooped some jambalaya out of the pot and forced the kid to eat it.

I know there was more to the dream than that, but I don't remember the rest.
 

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Dreamed two particularly intriguing dreams recently.

The first dream played out like a movie I was watching. It was a horror film starring Jennifer Lawrence. The villain was the Leper Messiah*. The Leper Messiah looked exactly like Hans Baldung's depiction of Death from his painting The Three Ages of Man and Death, except it had ice blue eyes. The Leper Messiah carried with it two enormous rusted screws — one a straightforward screw, the other a screw-in hook. I remember none of the details of this dream expect one: the Leper Messiah fastening a silver crucifix bearing its image instead of Jesus' around J-Law's neck.

*Obviously, my subconscious pulled this name from the Metallica song.

The second dream I recall with far greater clarity. My sister and I were visiting one of her friends at his home. Instead of being where it is in reality, it was located on a cove, and he was leasing the property. The three of us were inside his house, playing on his N64. Deciding to take a break, I left to go for a walk. While wandering about, I collected points, as if I was in a video game.

I eventually made my way to the mainland, where I met my sister's friend's satanic landlord. He looked exactly like Ray Wise, sporting a goatee and long, manicured, black-painted nails. I don't really remember the details of our conversation, but he mentioned something about signing contracts in blood.

The two of us walked back to the cove. Once there, the landlord demanded his tenant sign a new contract or face immediate eviction. My sister's friend acquiesced, calling his landlord a "Pentecostal Catholic". Grinning, the landlord took out an enormous bound copy of the Vestus Latina dating back to the 4th century, wanting to sign the contract within its pages. As the landlord began signing his name with with a fountain pen in regular ink, I suggested he use his blood instead. Agreeing, the landlord set the pen aside and slit open his palm with out of his claw-like nails, scrawling his signature in his own blood. The dream ended abruptly there.
 

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DREAM FRAGMENT #1

A balding Elijah Wood with big glasses and a goatee said this:

"I've been diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. There's a 59% chance that God will forgive me, eventually."

DREAM FRAGMENT #2

Sorry, this one's x-rated.
 

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I starting to realize that I'm not the only entity on this forum that needs serious help. Speaking for myself, of course.
 

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Religious fundamentalists trying to steal Spidey's web fluid formula.

Nuff said.
 
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