Your last dream
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Ooh ooh, inco, tell me! I'm too lazy to check back through that topic!
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I posted the answer of Plum's question under a puzzle form, so he can understand everything, once he will find the solution I will pm you who it wasand why I don't want it to be public.
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BUMP.
I made a dream about her again, probably after a nuclear war because it we were searching a anti atomic vault in an empty city.
It was probably in Canada or Miami.
EDIT.
BUMP.
I made a dream about her again, probably after a nuclear war because it we were searching a anti atomic vault in an empty city.
It was probably in Canada or Miami.
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Indy said:
I keep dreaming of food, espacially meat over the nights.
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May 26th(?), 2015
I dreamed that I was a Target, but it was dusk and the store was completely empty. I was at the cashier and I was buying amiibo from Wave 4. I got my hands on a Pac-Man, Jigglypuff, Robin, and a Lucina. I left the store happy. I then woke up and I forgot to buy the Splatoon 3 Pak amiibo. Son of a bitch...
I dreamed that I was a Target, but it was dusk and the store was completely empty. I was at the cashier and I was buying amiibo from Wave 4. I got my hands on a Pac-Man, Jigglypuff, Robin, and a Lucina. I left the store happy. I then woke up and I forgot to buy the Splatoon 3 Pak amiibo. Son of a bitch...
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My last night ended with a very uncomfortable dream. While still not a nightmare, it haunted me the whole day.
For a surgery (I don't know about what), I had to do a blood work. From what I had understood, the blood had to be drawn 30 minutes, then injected back. And I had to do everything by myself, whenever I want, preferably the night before the operation.
Fortunately it was “easy”: just had to put the needle into my neck, and a little device on my back will do the rest. So I got into my bed, plugged the needle, activated it, and tried to sleep. While it was pumping my blood… Of course, sleep never came.
Not only the feeling was already terrible, it didn't work properly! I supposed I didn't plunge the needle enough: it regularly sucked air. Every 10 seconds, I could hear it making an awful noise, like a drinking straw in an empty glass, and I had vertigo for a whole second. I don't know how long it last: the blood pumped from my neck, cut by the aspiration and the terrible feeling… I couldn't see anything, it was only sensations. That I still remember.
But as I said, not a nightmare: feeling that something was going wrong, I went to my parent's room (because suddenly I wasn't in my flat anymore), woke them, and they told me that the blood pocket was indeed full of bubbles, that I just had to do it again, properly. Nothing dramatic. But each of my actions, each sentence that I had to pronounce, was slightly exhausting, as I felt the blood still being sucked by the needle under my left ear, and the blood pocket periodically filled by air with a “slllurrrrp”.
Glad I quickly woke up from that. I don't have any scar, my blood seems intact, and I don't have to fear an injection of air bubbles through my veins.
But as I mechanically rub my neck again and again, hoping to never feel any needle in it again, I begin to wonder:
Have I been visited by a vampire this night?
For a surgery (I don't know about what), I had to do a blood work. From what I had understood, the blood had to be drawn 30 minutes, then injected back. And I had to do everything by myself, whenever I want, preferably the night before the operation.
Fortunately it was “easy”: just had to put the needle into my neck, and a little device on my back will do the rest. So I got into my bed, plugged the needle, activated it, and tried to sleep. While it was pumping my blood… Of course, sleep never came.
Not only the feeling was already terrible, it didn't work properly! I supposed I didn't plunge the needle enough: it regularly sucked air. Every 10 seconds, I could hear it making an awful noise, like a drinking straw in an empty glass, and I had vertigo for a whole second. I don't know how long it last: the blood pumped from my neck, cut by the aspiration and the terrible feeling… I couldn't see anything, it was only sensations. That I still remember.
But as I said, not a nightmare: feeling that something was going wrong, I went to my parent's room (because suddenly I wasn't in my flat anymore), woke them, and they told me that the blood pocket was indeed full of bubbles, that I just had to do it again, properly. Nothing dramatic. But each of my actions, each sentence that I had to pronounce, was slightly exhausting, as I felt the blood still being sucked by the needle under my left ear, and the blood pocket periodically filled by air with a “slllurrrrp”.
Glad I quickly woke up from that. I don't have any scar, my blood seems intact, and I don't have to fear an injection of air bubbles through my veins.
But as I mechanically rub my neck again and again, hoping to never feel any needle in it again, I begin to wonder:
Have I been visited by a vampire this night?
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I dreamed that we were watching a movie at school and there was a jumpscare, so I slammed a door in someone's face. Then there was a part where demoman punched the wall and exploded. At last there was a scary hand that walked to the screen (poorly animated) and gave a thumbs up.
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I had a weird dream about Splatoon. I don't even own the game.
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Here comes another one of my extra-long dreams that seem to last forever. Only, this time, it was about Star Wars!
So, in the dream, I'm told by the Inquisitor (Star Wars Rebels character who is a Sith Assassin/Acolyte) that I was born with the power of the Dark Side at my disposal. You know how the Force binds us, penetrates us, and keep the universe in balance? Well, that's what it's like for me, except with the Dark Side; basically, it means I was born to be a Sith. It's my destiny, it's my purpose, it's what I was meant to become, and any other variation of the phrase. Naturally, this doesn't go over well with me, so I call him a liar, fall into hysterical denial, and run away from the Inquisitor.
For the next year after that, I go on a journey throughout the universe to find inner peace and escape my Sith destiny. But, as long as the Dark Side flowed through me, finding peace would impossible (look up the Sith Code to avoid confusion) until death someday would ultimately free me. Somewhere along the way, I slowly start to fall to darkness and insanity. On the battlefield, I start to find pleasure in my own pain and others' pain; I start to fund ecstasy in death and destruction.
I come to my senses at this realization and start panicking. I run to the bathroom and start reflecting on my life, on how I've never been able to find peace or adapt to other ways of living. I've never been able to live by the beliefs of any benevolent way of thinking because my body is hardwired to live by a certain, but I don't know what that code is. I don't want to be this, though; I don't want to become this monster.
So I look down from the bathroom mirror, bend over the sink... and put two fingers down my throat. I do this with the intent of expelling the evil and uncleanliness from my body. I'm force-puking, pulling my hair out, and clawing at my eyes to try and get this out of me, muttering, "Until I no longer find pleasure in pain; until the enjoyment of death is nonexistent!!!"
Suddenly, the Inquisitor comes up behind me and says nothing I do will work. "I thought I told you to leave me alone," I snap at him. He ignores me and says that I can't escape my fate, and that I will never fnd peace...because peace is a lie. He continues, "The Sith search all their lives for balance in their bodies knowing there is no such thing as peace during life. Which is why we are overcome by greed and constantly seek conquest. But we embrace what we are overcome by. Because, once our obsession leads to our downfall, only then can we truly find peace... in the afterlife, freed by the Force."
"Those words...," I remark, realizing that what he says bears staring resemblanceto the words I've heard in my head since birth. The Inquisitor grins, sensing my recognition, and, while slowly having been cornering me against a wall, he says, "There have been a series of phrases echoing in your head since you were born. A code that prevents you from adapting to any other principles of life, yet you know not where they come from nor what those words mean. ...Speak them."
I submit and recite them, having subconsciously memorized them. "Peace is a lie; there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory." The Inquisitor finishes for me, "Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." I stand shocked and ask, "You've heard them, too?" He replies, "We all have." "What are they? Please, tell me what it means," I ask. The Inquisitor answers, "Simple. That... is the Sith Code."
I gasp, turn around toward the mirror, and find my eyes are yellow...I have Sith eyes now. "So it's true, then," I say, and as I sink to my knees, I whimper, "I really AM meant to be a Sith." The Inquisitor offers a hand to me and says, "Your own quest to find peace will get you nowhere. But you can seek something else, something that is the only absolute in this universe: passion. And I can offer the path to you. You can train as my apprentice, and become a Sith Acolyte."
After a while, I end up taking his hand and standing up, saying, "I will go with you, Inquisitor. I've nothing left worth the struggle." For the first time since I can remember, my body, soul, and spirit feel in balance; not because I've found peace (peace is a lie), but because I've found the path to passion.
So, in the dream, I'm told by the Inquisitor (Star Wars Rebels character who is a Sith Assassin/Acolyte) that I was born with the power of the Dark Side at my disposal. You know how the Force binds us, penetrates us, and keep the universe in balance? Well, that's what it's like for me, except with the Dark Side; basically, it means I was born to be a Sith. It's my destiny, it's my purpose, it's what I was meant to become, and any other variation of the phrase. Naturally, this doesn't go over well with me, so I call him a liar, fall into hysterical denial, and run away from the Inquisitor.
For the next year after that, I go on a journey throughout the universe to find inner peace and escape my Sith destiny. But, as long as the Dark Side flowed through me, finding peace would impossible (look up the Sith Code to avoid confusion) until death someday would ultimately free me. Somewhere along the way, I slowly start to fall to darkness and insanity. On the battlefield, I start to find pleasure in my own pain and others' pain; I start to fund ecstasy in death and destruction.
I come to my senses at this realization and start panicking. I run to the bathroom and start reflecting on my life, on how I've never been able to find peace or adapt to other ways of living. I've never been able to live by the beliefs of any benevolent way of thinking because my body is hardwired to live by a certain, but I don't know what that code is. I don't want to be this, though; I don't want to become this monster.
So I look down from the bathroom mirror, bend over the sink... and put two fingers down my throat. I do this with the intent of expelling the evil and uncleanliness from my body. I'm force-puking, pulling my hair out, and clawing at my eyes to try and get this out of me, muttering, "Until I no longer find pleasure in pain; until the enjoyment of death is nonexistent!!!"
Suddenly, the Inquisitor comes up behind me and says nothing I do will work. "I thought I told you to leave me alone," I snap at him. He ignores me and says that I can't escape my fate, and that I will never fnd peace...because peace is a lie. He continues, "The Sith search all their lives for balance in their bodies knowing there is no such thing as peace during life. Which is why we are overcome by greed and constantly seek conquest. But we embrace what we are overcome by. Because, once our obsession leads to our downfall, only then can we truly find peace... in the afterlife, freed by the Force."
"Those words...," I remark, realizing that what he says bears staring resemblanceto the words I've heard in my head since birth. The Inquisitor grins, sensing my recognition, and, while slowly having been cornering me against a wall, he says, "There have been a series of phrases echoing in your head since you were born. A code that prevents you from adapting to any other principles of life, yet you know not where they come from nor what those words mean. ...Speak them."
I submit and recite them, having subconsciously memorized them. "Peace is a lie; there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory." The Inquisitor finishes for me, "Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." I stand shocked and ask, "You've heard them, too?" He replies, "We all have." "What are they? Please, tell me what it means," I ask. The Inquisitor answers, "Simple. That... is the Sith Code."
I gasp, turn around toward the mirror, and find my eyes are yellow...I have Sith eyes now. "So it's true, then," I say, and as I sink to my knees, I whimper, "I really AM meant to be a Sith." The Inquisitor offers a hand to me and says, "Your own quest to find peace will get you nowhere. But you can seek something else, something that is the only absolute in this universe: passion. And I can offer the path to you. You can train as my apprentice, and become a Sith Acolyte."
After a while, I end up taking his hand and standing up, saying, "I will go with you, Inquisitor. I've nothing left worth the struggle." For the first time since I can remember, my body, soul, and spirit feel in balance; not because I've found peace (peace is a lie), but because I've found the path to passion.
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I dreamt I was on the USG ishimura, I was a level 5 engineer and my mission was to rescue my squad, reestablish ventilation, and enable electricity.
So im heading to the ventilation control center and a giant necromorph begin to pursue me.
My weapons : Industrial saw, Plasma cutter, MegaPK, Laser cutter.
I didn't use my weapons, I just ran to the console and I locked the doors.
Next part I have to enable electricity, I make my was to some kind of weird office, here I learn someone I loved was dead. (holy shit, it is really dead space).
And I also know who killed her.
The second part of my dream is involving a disgusting vendetta against the assassins.
Im entering in a storage.
There is many thugs in there so I cut all their throats with a blade.
then, I take all the corpses and I shoot them all resulting in huge explosions of blood and guts, there is limbs everywhere.
I make a phonecall to someone, asking him to go in my apartment to...discuss.
I know it is someone I already met, someone who almost killed me, he was also the assassin and I had to kill him.
When I was in my apartment, I wore my body armor, my gloves and my mask.
When he entered I ran on him and I punched his face after that,kicked his head with my rangers and he fell, I took his head and I smashed it repeatedly on the ground with anger until he doesn't move.
So im heading to the ventilation control center and a giant necromorph begin to pursue me.
My weapons : Industrial saw, Plasma cutter, MegaPK, Laser cutter.
I didn't use my weapons, I just ran to the console and I locked the doors.
Next part I have to enable electricity, I make my was to some kind of weird office, here I learn someone I loved was dead. (holy shit, it is really dead space).
And I also know who killed her.
The second part of my dream is involving a disgusting vendetta against the assassins.
Im entering in a storage.
There is many thugs in there so I cut all their throats with a blade.
then, I take all the corpses and I shoot them all resulting in huge explosions of blood and guts, there is limbs everywhere.
I make a phonecall to someone, asking him to go in my apartment to...discuss.
I know it is someone I already met, someone who almost killed me, he was also the assassin and I had to kill him.
When I was in my apartment, I wore my body armor, my gloves and my mask.
When he entered I ran on him and I punched his face after that,kicked his head with my rangers and he fell, I took his head and I smashed it repeatedly on the ground with anger until he doesn't move.