My (FuckedUp) Imagination

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So I had this dream last night. Two of them infact. The first being about my sisters long-dead dog (Khan) - it was thanksgiving (keep in mind im british, we dont celebrate that) and we had no turkey or duck!
In order to save money, my sister suggested we eat her dog as it was already dead. I said to her "But didnt you bury him?"
"No," she replied "He is lying right here" and pulled back a sheet that was lying on the floor of her kitchen.

He lay there, skinned, his eyes hollow, his tongue unfurlled on the floor with flies buzzing around his pink body.
I was absolutely disgusted and shockingly (in my dream) I was the only one.
The dream switched to us all sitting at a neatly laid table. He lay in the middle on a huge silver platter and slices of him were on all of our plates. I kept thinking 'But he died of disease, I cant eat him!' and then I got really sad and started to cry because he was such a good dog, he didnt deserve this.
Through my tears I carved a section from the meat on my plate, put it in my mouth and began to chew. It tasted like mold.

The dream switched. Suddenly, there is a duck in my car and I am amazingly annoyed. Why? Because this duck doesnt speak english but wants to learn!
I tried to teach him but it was no good and we were driving around trying to find him a nice college that had a course that taught ducks English.

I then woke up.

Somnium Erotica

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I had the weirdest sex-dream last night. I wont go into details but suffice to say, I didnt realise I found such acts a turn on. It has genuinely left me contemplating certin aspects of myself.

Perhaps it's the sleep deprivation?

More questions than answers!

My Own Inception

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Last night - as odd as this may sound - I had a dream within a dream!

In this dream within a dream, I knew I was dreaming! I was riding in the back of a car to my old childhood house when, in the street across the way, I saw a house that did not belong there. It was a small house standing on top of a large hill; it had perfect white walls and a blue roof with stained-glass windows depicting a boat sailing across an ocean.

I enetered the house but inside it was dull and drab. I reached out to touch the walls and I exclaimed, amazed "Wow, I know I am dreaming but it all feels so real" - which is when I "woke up".

I cursed to myself "All that time you have tried to dream lucidly and you ruin it!" and then proceeded to get on with my life as normal, when I actually did wake up. I lay in my bed, thinking to myself "...did that just happen?"

It really did. I dreamt that I was experiencing a dream. How weird am I eh?

Too MUCH!

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I had a very weird dream again, one that I can remember vividly!

In the dream, I was in a post-Apocolypic America and society there had not only changed but was pretty much cut off from the rest of the world.

news of the rest of the world was pretty much yearned for and water was a sporadic pleasure. Anyway, I was living in a kinda.... multi-story/shanti-town and through all the mundane drama that was happening to the people there, I suddenly realised how much I missed my mother.

Then it occured to me 'Why not call her?' but I wasnt sure if the phone line could connect to the UK anymore, so I picked up the nearest phone (it was literally just the receiver) and dialed for the operator. This is exactly how the discussion went:

"Hi there, I was wondering if you can still connect calls to overseas?" (Me)

"Of course sir, I just need the area code and the number you want to connect to" (Operator)

"Sure, 044 (my childhood phone number)"

"Connection has been made sir, shall I patch you through?"

"Please do."

Click~~~Click~~~Click

"Hello?" (My mothers voice, but older and more... drawn)

"Hello mum its me!"

"I dont want to buy any!"

"No mum, its me, your so--"

"I dont want to buy any!" And she hung up.

Things sorta flashed forward from there. I was out at night in the multi-story/shanti town talking to a girl was amazingly black hair and I was attracted to her (Weird because im gay) and then all of a sudden, people wearing those same clothes as the guy pictured above burst through the doors and started screaming at us (with british accents) to get down.

Myself and this girl hid around the corner and observed from a distance until one of the men stepped forward and said:

"You think your American Tech could destroy the world and that we would ever forgive you for it!!"

And I realised 'Oh my god, I led them right to us.' - if it wasnt for my phone call home, the British wouldnt have invaded the America they had assumed was a desolate place.

And that is when I woke up!

So clearly im watching too much Scifi... right? I just think my mind is remarkable for creating such a situation. And also, I can remember word for word everything that was said in that dream.

It was just so real! So vivid! I lived that world for 8 hours and for 8 hours that world was as real to me as the real one.

Awesomely-spooky eh?

Falling back to Dream.

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Ive had a dream. A dream that I have had before but many many years ago - and I remember that! But the details of this dream are sketchy.

I was woken abruptly as it concluded and I couldnt fall back into it so I couldnt finish it - and I cant seem to get it again. And its pissing me off.

The details are there but its like they're being surrounded by fog; like I can see their outlines, but that is all that seems to exsist of them.

I remember running, running from a hospital. A strange hospital where the nurses were friendly-beyond what they possibly should have been. Not sexy, but socially, they instantly became your best friends.

there was a car that I was driven in. It was driven by... somebody???

The nurses said that you cant hide from the monsters that lurk in the mental hospital. if you run and run fast through the rain, they will not catch up to you - but there is still a chance.

The monsters are four-legged animals... almost like furless dogs but with no eyes or ears - just teeth - and they run in packs, in big groups - like rats! I know there are hundereds of them!

Im telling you this because it is important to me. I had this exact dream when I was... wow... I think I was 7-14, I cant remember but I remember I was young when I had it. Putting my finger on how young though is a difficult task as I was MORE world-wise at the age of 7 than I was 14 (tee-hee)

But still, a dream from over 10 years ago that I fell back into. How amazing is that?

Dreaming of Reality?

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My dreams are annoying me now - ever more cryptic - ever more realistic - ever more... normal.

Last night I had a dream from which I awoke with a banging headache. In the dream, the town I lived in was recovering from attack from an unseen enemy - I wasnt sure if it were aliens or war, but things had changed greatly and my nephew, along with myself, were the only members of my entire family alive.

I went to various places, having pointless and dull conversations with people on completely unrelated topics; I seemed to be incredibly dis-interested with the calamity that had happened before.

I remember saying to somebody (who looked astonishingly like Dermot O'leary) I was going to my street to find the rest of my family, to which he replied as he looked through a microscope "I wouldnt, that area was hit hard in the attack - nobody survived."

Confused by this, I asked him "Well did anybody in my family survive?" and he replied (still looking through the microscope) "Yes, your oldest Nephew - he is a great hunter, can track a man from 8 knots away."

I set out in search of my newphew and found him standing on a hill fa in the distance, observing me through the lens of a sniper rifle. It was then I woke up, head pounding.

Why am I telling you this? Two reasons!

1: Because it is incredibly weird and whacky. I dont know how my brain works but holy heck it works towards the insane!

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2: Because about an hour after waking up a documentary about prophetic dreams was on tv as I sat eating my cheerios.

I really hope it wasnt a prophetic dream as my nephew is a bumbling idiot who couldnt handle his own prick - let alone a gun!

I will research into this topic and post my opinions on it later on. Dreams are fascinating!

The Good Old Days of Dream.

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Back to basics. Easy on the eyes black and white with a few soft blue-grey's thrown in to tingle the Iris'.

There is something so much more elegant to black and white than their is the brighter (and nobler) colours. Something... not to sound ever-so-weird... but something primal about them. Almost as if they were the first to exsist; white chalk on a coal base...

Ok, getting weird - so moving onto weirder; Ive been having prophetic dreams again. Either that OR my intuition is being a bitch; suffice to say, most of what ive been dreaming has come true.
Granted, ive not been stuck in a cave surrounded by prehestoric lizards/dinosaurs that want to eat me (there were like 1000 of them!) AND my mother hasnt run up a £800 phone bill phoning my uncle Brian (who lives pretty close by) in L.A.

More mundanes things have been happening though, things that in a dream dont really stick out but when they happen in real life, its like "HOLY CRAP I DREMT THAT!" - like, during one dream a part of my front tooth fell out and I put it in my pocket and just went ahead with the dream and the next day: WHAM! "Where did that door come from? Gah I chipped a tooth!"
OR the dream about getting three bills at once... and then getting them in the post the next day.
Mundane right? Even my dreams are getting less adventurous. Kinda.

But still, random acts that even my intuition couldnt prodict... right? You dont bump into doors and chip your teeth every day do you?

I dreamt some other stuff too and it has really got me thinking... mostly stuff about 9/11 - which is obvious as the date is comming up that i'd be thinking about it - I DO have a tendency to overly worry - but basicly in my dreams, it happens again, 10 clicks to the west of where they fell the first time, and on a very unexpected community.
Other stuff is mostly aspect of my life best left for porn movies... god I hope THAT ONE happens... (vauge, yay)

I cant explain it... it's strange. We're all intuitive to a degree I suppose. But still... it's bugging me a degree further