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That's probably because she seems to come up quite often in my head.

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."

Sorry to hear that.

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"Heard them Walthers like to jump some" "As will you, with one in your elbow."

It happens.

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."

I was playing around with a certain person yesterday, and I said something and did something I thought nothing of, but much much later she asked me not to do it again cause it turned her on and she'd "rather not be turned out"

I can't tell if it was a massive slap to the face or just reality reminding me I'm still in a version of the friendzone.
Its a liberal version. But its still the friendzone nonetheless.

Which sucks.

Then last night we kinda parted on odd terms, and haven't had an opportunity to talk to her today, so I'm kinda antsy.

I bring all this up because I dreamed I was in a female fight club.
Like... it was for chicks only but they let me in too.
Only one girl who strongly resembled Marissa kept saying "You make a horrible space monkey."
And then I had to fight these girls and it was just strange and Ms.Turned-On was there handing out melee weapons to the women.
Like chains and shit.
And then I got tired of it so i kicked her in the stomach, and said "I'M BREATHING SMOKE!"
and then like five more chicks jumped me and beat me up.

Then I woke up. ._.

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Personally, I don't like to talk about dreams. I don't talk about my dreams, and I don't listen to other people talk about their dreams. I'll tell you why.

In our waking hours, we condition our minds to work in a certain way. To some degree, we choose which memories to recall or forget. We repress certain impulses and condition ourselves to carry out certain routines with a minimum of thought. We fight fears, we hold onto hopes, etc. At any given time, there's so much going on in the human brain that we need to put orders and limits on which neurons fire at what time if we hope to make it through the day. And doing that is so exhausting that we need to stop it for 8-9 hours every day.

I'm no psychologist (as should be obvious by now), but I believe that all of our mental orders and limits temporarily cease to exist in our sleeping hours. Dreams are the result.

I believe that dreams are the subconscious mind laid bare. It's everything in your head being expressed without any regard to propriety or reason. Dreams are made of the memories you only thought you had forgotten. The impulses you spend every waking hour trying to repress. All your innermost hopes and fears, all your darkest secrets, all bubbling to the surface.

That seems like a very personal thing, doesn't it?

It baffles me that people don't like discussing their bowel movements, and our sex lives are treated as a taboo subject, yet the darkest corners of our minds are openly described in public. I don't want just anyone to know what's going on in the very core of my being without any logic to govern it, and I don't want to know about anyone else's.

Or am I just overthinking all this?

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This is truly a madhouse. And I'm the lunatic running it. I've spent three years wondering if I should be proud or ashamed.

No, that's fair.

You know, Sierra (yes, I know, I really should stop mentioning her) and I used to talk about our dreams a lot and it actually felt like a big deal for us to share something like that with each other. We ended up telling each other some pretty personal stuff, actually. I never really told her how often I dreamt about her, though.

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."

Oh, well...



I'm pretty sure that's exactly the case.



This.

I get what you're saying, but not every dream has a deep, dark meaning to it. I mean, look at the two dreams I described in this thread. Or any of the dreams already brought up. Like I said in a previous post, I (we) take little bits of information we receive, and often it will pop up in our dreams. Our dreams can also be funny and surreal. And I'd suspect most of us wouldn't share any dreams we don't want to.

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"Heard them Walthers like to jump some" "As will you, with one in your elbow."

The only part of sharing this here that seems funky to me, is that its the internet. Its fucking indellible now.
I am careful about what I share and I'm sure people are selective about what they share, but some dreams are just silly all around.
Sure they may offer a look into us deeper than we'd consciously like to let open, but when you have metal head, kung-fu, thunder gods and secret societies in trans-morphing mansions, it sounds less about your inner turmoil and personal struggle and more about the movies you've been watching lately. Just saying.

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I see what Curi means and I can agree. I'm okay with sharing what I share on this forum given that a lot of the members know me pretty well outside of it. But I remember my mom once told me it wasn't great to delve into dreams too much. I thought she had spiritual or esoteric reasons for this, given she was (and still is) very much into gnosticism and very religious and has experienced some pretty crazy stuff. Like she doesn't like the idea of lucid dreaming because it may put someone into a position where they can never get back from and because it's something so unexplored. The human mind is still a huge mystery. But I think that she was thinking along the same lines as Curi that it's also a very private matter. It's our unconscious and hell, sometimes I'm surprised what I find there. I think most of the dreams I've described here are connected with girls I like for example, but just like my scripts, I always give reality a sci-fi or action twist

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Exactly. Let's say you're in a comic book store. While browsing through the comics you overhear someone talking about Thor. You're not really paying attention, and continue browsing the comics until you leave. Later that night, as you're sleeping, you have a dream involving Thor. You have no interest in the character, know little about him, but there he is. And he's there because you overheard someone talking about him. They placed that idea, by accident, in your head, and your subconscious called it back for whatever reason.



I don't think that's actually possible. I think once you begin to realize you're dreaming, you wake up.

Inceptioned!

I have a feeling now no one will want to talk about their dreams.

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"Heard them Walthers like to jump some" "As will you, with one in your elbow."

Actually I had a dream where I was about to have sex with this girl I liked, but in the dream she kissed me, then smacked me, told me to stop making her a slut, that I was dreaming and I should wake up.
I didn't wake up.
But we didn't have sex either.

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I dreamed I lost my left eye.

I was terrified, I don't remember exactly how, but it was weird, on the surface it seemed like a cut, yet I was holding it in my hands while begging for my parents to help me with the operation, I got scolded, and then my fucking dog ate it, I remember I punched him and tried to make him throw it up, something I would NEVER try in real life, but after I succeeded, it was missing "a piece".

The best part ?

When I woke up, I only opened my right eye, I couldn't open the left one until I raised my head, because it was pushing against the pillow.

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The other night I dreamed I worked in a marine biology lab in a german dockside town. It was pretty awesome.

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Say, Doc, did I ever tell you I'm the only metal that's liquid at room temperature?

That actually sounds pretty cool.
I don't have peaceful dreams.
They're either super freaky, or super painful.

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Hurm. Thought you retired. Finally taking this forum business seriously?

Okay, I know I've told a similar joke before, but it was a good joke then, and it's still relatable by today's standards.

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"Heard them Walthers like to jump some" "As will you, with one in your elbow."

I've been reading "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens and "The Dumas Club" by Arturo Perez Reverte (the novel on which "The Ninth Gate" was based on) and I had a dream last night that I was some kind of book investigator and then suddenly I found myself in the middle of the French Revolution, during a riot. So it was like a mix of the two books. It was pretty awesome.

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had a dream about a spaceship full of aliens who were on their way to make first contact on Earth and evaluate us as a species.
And to decide whether or not to destroy Earth, pave it for inhabitting, or leave it alone based on the character of its indigineous species. Well, little did they know at first they were kinda early seeing as how humans were still living in caves and fire was latest technology, but the aliens didn't even get a chance to find out. A saboteur on their ship set loose some cargo they were carrying from their homeworld which were like... big alien Rhinos. Kinda like the hunter "dogs" from Predators. Anyways, the big ass rhinos tore through the ship causing it to crash on Earth's moon.
The crash itself killed all but two of the aliens. And they escape from the wreckage and had to hide from the rhinos, who also survived. And for a while it was like... this game of survival like an all alien Predators on our moon.
But one of the aliens died from injuries sustained in the crash, and the rhinos would disappear at length, roaming around exploring the dusty dunes.
And decades and decades went by. Apparently the alien didn't need food or anything.
He constructed shelter for himself from rocks and from some of the fuselage, making little fortresses in caves and craters.
He wasn't really an emotional fella. Very blank. Like, never sad or depressed. It wasn't like he wasn't capable of emotions, it was like he never knew they existed. Like he didn't see things as hopeless, it was just matter-of-fact.
Anyways, believe it or not centuries passed, and he telepathically scanned the Earth, which was like as easy and arbitrary to their kind as scanning for a channel on a radio. He was simply bored. And had the ability to "tune in" so to speak, to peoples lives.
It was like a spy camera type of thing, like mental projection anchored on telepathy and powered by brain waves or something.
Looked cool.
Anyways, he was stunned by what he saw, progress and all that stuff and he would watch peoples lives and watch how they interact and emote and deal with things. He was fascinated and would take mental notes.
He watched for ages. He saw whole societies rise and fall, he saw wars and famine.
And for a long time he stopped watching because of all the bloodshed and anguish.

In was in this hiatus he found one of his shelters completely wrecked.
And he found one of the rhinos were still alive, and it had eaten the others.
And it was bigger. MUCH bigger.
And the dream again dipped into the survival area. And he evaded him again, and the rhino fell into a deep dark cavern.
Anyways, by the time the alien tuned in again, it was more or less modern day. And he had tuned into the day to day of this brutal inner city gangster character. And the alien was saddened that if anything, humans had only gotten worse.
But before he tuned out, he saw something he didn't expect.
The gangster guy, put his own life in danger to rescue a woman and her child from a burning car about to fall off of a cliff.
And this astounded the alien. Compassion. It was mind blowing to him.
So he tuned in more closely to other people, and begin to see things like acts of kindness, and mercy, he saw concepts like love and empathy in action. He was amazed. He watched as much as he could, all over the world.
And took in a big side of humanity itself he hadn't been looking at before.
And in his watching, he began to feel emotions himself and after like, another couple dozen decades, he got a message through the wrecked ship's channel thing. And it was a wide band broadcast that his homeworld was sending another evaluation vessel to Earth, ordered to judge with extreme prejudice.
The alien knew he didn't have much time to get across to the new captain that the human race required lengthy observation and that that they shouldn't be summarily judged.
So he broke his telepathic link with Earth and aimed it at the new vessel, but right then, the rhino came back and impaled him in a big fight, and the alien finally killed him by sending him flying into a crater full of sharp spiky rocks.
The alien crawled back to his spot, where he watched earth from, this little dune he would lean against and he tuned back into the captain and sent him this massive telepathic message.
Something to the effect of:

"I have been the sole survivor of the last vessel, and I have been watching this species as they've grown up and formed their own societies. Do not judge them so harshly. They are worth observing for a long time to come. They made be self destructive and power hungry... but I have seen them act with compassion for one another. They love, they live. They can have mercy and they can feel each other's pain... they feel deeply in a way we have yet to discover. Don't destroy them. Keep an eye on them. For as unlikely as it may be... we could learn from them. We should stick around and watch from afar until the time they are mature enough to learn from us. By then, here's hoping we too are worth learning from."

Acompanying his speech was this montage of everything he'd seen from humanity, ending with all their acts of goodness.

And it cut to a shot of him, dying, leaning against the dune, watching the sun rise on the Earth as it turned.
And in his eyes (which turned wicked reflective when he was emotional) we could see all the kind acts of love and compassion he witnessed from mankind flashing literally before his eyes.

And he died.

And then the next vessel's captain ordered to land next to him on the moon. Which there they did an honor ritual over him and left a cloaked beacon on the moon, and it was like...
by the time humanity can discover its signal, will be when we should return. We shall leave them to learn and grow in our absence.

And the vessel left.

And that was it.


It was SO cool!
I woke up feeling like I'd seen a whole new movie.
I wanted to write a damn script or something.
was like Moon, meets Predators, meets... idk something life affirming and inspirational.

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that is awesome


write it into a screenplay, i'll co-direct.

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Would be pretty sweet no?

If I do write something on it, you'all will be the first to know.

make a sweet short film too.

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It'd be a cool Outer Limits episode.

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"The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.

"There's a cello in your house now."