I had a dream that I had traveled back in time to 2006. I was walking around, and it looked more like 1987, but anyway, I was looking around, and I see my friends and then my friend Leah asks "So, hey, are you and Melinda getting married yet?!". This causes me to think that since Melinda and I didn't even know each other in 2006, this is a time traveling version of Leah. I'm right, she's traveling through time in order to not go out with her ex-boyfriend. She also explains that she used her time machine to bring me back to 2006, since she wanted someone to talk to.
Good job, I actually laughed out loud at that. "So why am I here then?" "Well, cuz I would be the only person from the future otherwise!"
I had the Tobey Maguire dream again. It changed slightly in that at one point, he was chasing me through an empty warehouse that was somehow associated with Matt's cousin's girlfriend's family. Also, this time I thought to give him a fake number, but couldn't think of any.
I had a flying dream a few nights back. By concentrating my energy (whatever that means), I was able to push myself off the ground. The trick though was that I had to be completely relaxed while I did it. If I was stressed or trying too hard, I would start to hobble and fall back to the ground.
I was starting to get the hang of it, and then for some reason I had to fly up this impossibly high tower that went miles into the air. I had something important at the very top to do. Another nameless friend was able to fly too, and we were flying alongside the tower.
But then, I realized that we were getting really high up, and I began losing my concentration. This started a spiral in which I'd lose control and hobble a bit in the air, which would make me nervous and cause me to hobble more. Frantically I flew towards the tower and held on for dear life. I was several tens of thousands of feet up at this point. I kept trying to calm down, but the fear of falling was too strong and I couldn't control my energy. When I tried to lift off, thinking I'd be better once I got momentum, I started flying erratically, in strong bursts then in weak hobbles. Frightened I flung myself back to the side of the tower and held on. Then I think I realized this was all a dream, and I woke up.
Okay, so I had a very unusual dream this past night that involved a couple of OBers.
There was more before what I remember, but I don't remember what it was. Anyway, I was living in a house that looked exactly like my dad's house. My room was right next to another bedroom, and X'o'Lore was living in the adjacent bedroom. This is very unusual because I don't even know his name or what he looks like, but whatever.
So, there's a whole bunch of Halo toys in X's room. One of them is mine... a pretty large replica of a Warthog. I decide that, since X doesn't really use it anymore, I'm going to take it back to my room, since it's mine. Well, Carter finds out about this (it's like we have some telepathic conversation going or something) and he gets FUCKING PISSED. Like, end of our friendship pissed. And so I say "Fuck you. Goodbye." and hang up on him. Then I change my desktop background to a pencil drawing of this lamp that I used to have on my computer desk and start streamlining my computer by taking some files from other peoples' computers that I know.
All of a sudden, these viruses start downloading shit onto my computer. I try to close them all, but these bastards whose files I've taken all have this stupid virus that installs fake anti-spyware software on your computer (Megan's laptop just inexplicably got this a few weeks ago). Then I woke up.
Eh. You can have the warthog. I don't actually play Halo at all anyway. I'm not sure why there'd be a bunch of Halo toys in my room actually.
I'm pretty sure I had posted a picture of myself in some form somewhere and I know I've said my real name, so if anybody was curious enough they might know. My name is Matt, same as Takeru. It gets confusing with two Matts so I usually just end up going by my screen name anyway.
I can top all of these wierd dreams. I died and went to another universe in one! Its a rather lenghtly dream, because I can remember it all so well since it was so strange.
I had a dream about being a crew member on the USS Enterprise. Two guys were fighting, and one was reprimanded by being kicked out of the opera production. The senior officer then called for someone to replace him, at which time Lt. Worf eagerly cried "I SHALL TAKE HIS PLACE", followed by me shouting "YES!!!!" and high fiving Worf.
I dreamed I was chosen to travel to the alien planet as an ambassador. I didn't get any training, which left me a little confused the night before departure. My husband helped me pick out a dress to wear to meet the aliens, and I wondered how it would look with my space hood (helmet). After midnight, I finally called my uh... I dunno, Gary Sinise from Apollo 13 or something. He was supposed to brief me on things.
I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it back alive, from the alien planet. We weren't even sure that they were friendly. But earth was experiencing disaster called "purple dawn", so I was taking my chances, alone.
I had a dream where I was in some portal style test chamber thing fighting a robotic turret/alligator. I had to fight it by pointing my hand at it like a gun and saying "Pew! Pew! Pew!" to "shoot" it. It had a bunch of different stages, so it'd transform a bit after I took out one stage. I distinctly recall blocking little missiles with a pillow though so I don't think it was too deadly. I defeated it after some long battle and some crazy scientist lady awarded me with some absurd control module for the robo-gator with minimal instructions on how to work it. I couldn't make sense of it, but I knew figuring it out and using the gator to help me would be critical to the next test. Then my alarm woke me up. Not sure if I'm happy or sad about that.
The dream began with me on a train. This was a very open traincar... the windows were all huge and there were lots of people on this train. I think I had been on this train for quite some time, and the line was named something like "The Fast Line" or something like that. I was supposed to get off of this line and get onto some other generically named line. Over the loudspeaker, an advertisement played for the Fast Line and talked about how it would allow you to accomplish all of your goals and take you where you wanted to go. But there was something wrong.. this line just felt wrong to me, like it was all a sham and that I had been riding it for a very long time.
After getting off the train, I sat at the station and started talking about video games with some of the strangers gathered there. After talking for a bit, we realized that we all owned boxed copies of Earthbound. Some random stranger came up and heard us and suggested that we all pool our resources into some sort of fund and sell our copies of Earthbound at video game stores where our investments would double and triple and we'd all be rich. I was immediately suspicious of this plan, since I work in game store and SNES games, especially expensive boxed SNES games, don't really get sold, as I told them.
Meanwhile, there was something else going on... I saw a trailer for a movie playing, and Matt Smith played a priest. There was something... crazy going on. Something supernatural and very huge and important in the order of world events that was causing churchgoers to be killed during church. It was all very dramatic, and the elder priest (not Matt Smith) commented that things were going to change, that we were going to need weapons and armor during services. Then Matt Smith and his whole cadre appeared at the train station and started arguing about what to do (there was more to it than this, but I don't remember the details).
Back to my little group... everyone else wouldn't heed my warnings and insisted that this group trust fund or whatever was the way to go. The random person told them that to get to where they needed to go to start this thing off, they'd have to get on the Fast Line, since it would take you wherever you needed to go. I threw up my hands and sat in a small well-lit dining area lamenting how it seems like the Fast Line never goes anywhere and that everyone has been on these damn trains for their whole lives.
Suddenly Morgan Freeman as the Devil sits down next to me with a big plate of food, chuckles, and echoes my sentiment, adding, "Unless you can find some other way of transport."
So I leave the dining area and look around. Behind it is a grassy area and a fence. Matt Smith has also left his group and tried to get away from the trains, and he's just about to climb the fence. I walk toward him as he goes over. He starts telling me about how hot it is, which was strange, since it was cold and we were all bundled up. As I approached the fence, ready to climb over, there were some people near me who were watching what must have been my footprints with great amazement. Apparently they couldn’t see me anymore. Then I jumped over the fence.
Suddenly it was very warm. I removed my outer layers and saw Matt Smith there. Everything was much more colorful. I looked back and noticed that the world where I was before was now black and white. There was one more fence to climb, so Matt and I climbed it and we ended up in the back yard of the house of our dreams. We ran around excitedly exclaiming about all the features of this house. I remember the first thing I did was say “Your flowers! They’re beautiful!” And the house itself was REALLY small, but in that really cute way. It was painted green (yech) and needed some work, but it had a playground in the back, a small shed, and a huge tree. As I looked up into the tree, which was unnaturally large and twisty like a Tim Burton tree, we noticed that there was a massive treehouse at the top and a rope ladder leading down the ground. Our kids who had suddenly appeared were really excited, but Matt and I wanted to check it out first. So we both hung on the rope ladder to see if it was sturdy, and it held our weight.
I dreamed that for some reason, my leg was chopped off. Shark maybe. I think it's this silly book I'm reading.
Anyway, I tossed the leg into the ocean. The ladies on the yacht, seeing my leg float by, were not impressed. I guess it's just not socially acceptable.
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed I was at work, not paying attention to my computer. And all of a sudden, it was full of porn. There was porn EVERYWHERE. And then people saw it and started yelling at me.
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Good job, I actually laughed out loud at that. "So why am I here then?" "Well, cuz I would be the only person from the future otherwise!"
If you laughed when you saw Peter with his emo-tastic hair then no. Otherwise, yes.
I was starting to get the hang of it, and then for some reason I had to fly up this impossibly high tower that went miles into the air. I had something important at the very top to do. Another nameless friend was able to fly too, and we were flying alongside the tower.
But then, I realized that we were getting really high up, and I began losing my concentration. This started a spiral in which I'd lose control and hobble a bit in the air, which would make me nervous and cause me to hobble more. Frantically I flew towards the tower and held on for dear life. I was several tens of thousands of feet up at this point. I kept trying to calm down, but the fear of falling was too strong and I couldn't control my energy. When I tried to lift off, thinking I'd be better once I got momentum, I started flying erratically, in strong bursts then in weak hobbles. Frightened I flung myself back to the side of the tower and held on. Then I think I realized this was all a dream, and I woke up.
Sad. Even in my dreams I'm a failure
Okay, so I had a very unusual dream this past night that involved a couple of OBers.
There was more before what I remember, but I don't remember what it was. Anyway, I was living in a house that looked exactly like my dad's house. My room was right next to another bedroom, and X'o'Lore was living in the adjacent bedroom. This is very unusual because I don't even know his name or what he looks like, but whatever.
So, there's a whole bunch of Halo toys in X's room. One of them is mine... a pretty large replica of a Warthog. I decide that, since X doesn't really use it anymore, I'm going to take it back to my room, since it's mine. Well, Carter finds out about this (it's like we have some telepathic conversation going or something) and he gets FUCKING PISSED. Like, end of our friendship pissed. And so I say "Fuck you. Goodbye." and hang up on him. Then I change my desktop background to a pencil drawing of this lamp that I used to have on my computer desk and start streamlining my computer by taking some files from other peoples' computers that I know.
All of a sudden, these viruses start downloading shit onto my computer. I try to close them all, but these bastards whose files I've taken all have this stupid virus that installs fake anti-spyware software on your computer (Megan's laptop just inexplicably got this a few weeks ago). Then I woke up.
I'm pretty sure I had posted a picture of myself in some form somewhere and I know I've said my real name, so if anybody was curious enough they might know. My name is Matt, same as Takeru. It gets confusing with two Matts so I usually just end up going by my screen name anyway.
For the record, I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, which is quite a distance away from Ireland.
EDIT: You're too on-topic to be a spam-bot, right??
I dreamed I was chosen to travel to the alien planet as an ambassador. I didn't get any training, which left me a little confused the night before departure. My husband helped me pick out a dress to wear to meet the aliens, and I wondered how it would look with my space hood (helmet). After midnight, I finally called my uh... I dunno, Gary Sinise from Apollo 13 or something. He was supposed to brief me on things.
I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it back alive, from the alien planet. We weren't even sure that they were friendly. But earth was experiencing disaster called "purple dawn", so I was taking my chances, alone.
^5 Worf > Lt. Dan.
After getting off the train, I sat at the station and started talking about video games with some of the strangers gathered there. After talking for a bit, we realized that we all owned boxed copies of Earthbound. Some random stranger came up and heard us and suggested that we all pool our resources into some sort of fund and sell our copies of Earthbound at video game stores where our investments would double and triple and we'd all be rich. I was immediately suspicious of this plan, since I work in game store and SNES games, especially expensive boxed SNES games, don't really get sold, as I told them.
Meanwhile, there was something else going on... I saw a trailer for a movie playing, and Matt Smith played a priest. There was something... crazy going on. Something supernatural and very huge and important in the order of world events that was causing churchgoers to be killed during church. It was all very dramatic, and the elder priest (not Matt Smith) commented that things were going to change, that we were going to need weapons and armor during services. Then Matt Smith and his whole cadre appeared at the train station and started arguing about what to do (there was more to it than this, but I don't remember the details).
Back to my little group... everyone else wouldn't heed my warnings and insisted that this group trust fund or whatever was the way to go. The random person told them that to get to where they needed to go to start this thing off, they'd have to get on the Fast Line, since it would take you wherever you needed to go. I threw up my hands and sat in a small well-lit dining area lamenting how it seems like the Fast Line never goes anywhere and that everyone has been on these damn trains for their whole lives.
Suddenly Morgan Freeman as the Devil sits down next to me with a big plate of food, chuckles, and echoes my sentiment, adding, "Unless you can find some other way of transport."
So I leave the dining area and look around. Behind it is a grassy area and a fence. Matt Smith has also left his group and tried to get away from the trains, and he's just about to climb the fence. I walk toward him as he goes over. He starts telling me about how hot it is, which was strange, since it was cold and we were all bundled up. As I approached the fence, ready to climb over, there were some people near me who were watching what must have been my footprints with great amazement. Apparently they couldn’t see me anymore. Then I jumped over the fence.
Suddenly it was very warm. I removed my outer layers and saw Matt Smith there. Everything was much more colorful. I looked back and noticed that the world where I was before was now black and white. There was one more fence to climb, so Matt and I climbed it and we ended up in the back yard of the house of our dreams. We ran around excitedly exclaiming about all the features of this house. I remember the first thing I did was say “Your flowers! They’re beautiful!” And the house itself was REALLY small, but in that really cute way. It was painted green (yech) and needed some work, but it had a playground in the back, a small shed, and a huge tree. As I looked up into the tree, which was unnaturally large and twisty like a Tim Burton tree, we noticed that there was a massive treehouse at the top and a rope ladder leading down the ground. Our kids who had suddenly appeared were really excited, but Matt and I wanted to check it out first. So we both hung on the rope ladder to see if it was sturdy, and it held our weight.
Then I woke up.
Very odd dream.... It was weird just reading it.
Anyway, I tossed the leg into the ocean. The ladies on the yacht, seeing my leg float by, were not impressed. I guess it's just not socially acceptable.
And yeah, I was kinda gay for Matt Smith, but it was only in a domestic way, not sexual. It was still nice. And Matt Smith IS hot.
Not as cool as fezes, though.