Old Movies and New Venues
A couple nights ago, I dreamt I was at school having lunch with someone at the student union, but we were like, in a restaurant that was in the rafters. You kind of just floated to where you wanted to eat. Then I got on my bus to go home, but of course I was on the wrong bus and didn’t notice until I was in the part of town where my old house is.
I talked to the driver and a whole bunch of people were on the wrong bus. Also, I was guarding this huge black duffel bag. Never learned of the contents.
Always with the Biting.
The other night I dreamt I was building a house with this old guy and a really sweet, bubbly, airhead kinda girl. The house was mostly built and we were putting on the finishing touches. Then an old couple staring blankly started slowly walking toward me and the girl. It took us a while to realize that they were, of course, old-school slow-style zombies.
They attack the old guy and the girl and I escape into the house. Unfortunately the only weapon I could find was a butter knife. I think the chick had something similar. There was already a little kid zombie in the house. Me and the chick started arguing about who was gonna kill him and I we resolved that it was her responsibility because it had followed her, somehow. I checked every room for any others, except the bathroom. I couldn’t open the door all the way, so I peered through the crack and could see anything, so I assumed it was empty.
I’ve had many weird dreams, this is one from last night.
I was with my friend Logan and someone else and we were at this party and we had a lot of pot (keep in mind I’m not an avid pot smoker) and we just randomly decided to make pot cupcakes, but instead of sharing them with everyone at the party we made them and took them up to some room and ate them all. Then we got a crazy idea to make a pot cake, but we were too stoned and Naboo from the Mighty Boosh was there and he just said “I told you not to eat fifteen in one go, now the devils going to rip your heart out through your kneecaps.”
And that was it.
(Submitted by thehumpink)
This is my favorite dream to tell people about, since it’s one of the longest and most vivid I’ve ever remembered. It happened back in the spring of 2009, I think, and here’s how it goes.
I was in the middle of a furniture store. In this particular furniture store, there were atleast seven levels, and the walls and floors were made of thick, probably bullet-proof, glass. The floor level held Ikea-alike armchairs and whatnot. As you progressed up the levels, the furniture go older, through victorian, medieval, and Flinstone-looking styles. It was pretty busy, there was some sort of sale going on. I was staying in the same spot, just people-watching, and floating about two feet above the ground with no shoes on like it was no big deal. Another thing I should mention is that all of the employees at this store are incredibly attractive. Each and every one of them could have been male models.