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    Sex, sex and more sex with woman after woman. Somehow I can miraculously instantly recharge after I've ejaculated, but hey, it's a dream. I'm in my room in a hotel somewhere in Switzerland I think (somewhere in Central Europe from the view outside the hotel room, anyway) and all these gorgeous girls come in, I nail one after the other and have sex for hours.

    I have dreams kind of like this every night and sometimes during the day as well.

    I don't think much analysis is needed. I'm just horny as f*ck...

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    Can't remember the specifics, but I was having a normal day when I suddenly realised it was a dream. So I forced my eyes to open, and awoke in my bed. I began to go about my business, when after a while I realised that something was off, and that this was also a dream. Once again, I forced my eyes to open, and there I was, waking up in my bed. Thankfully this was my real bed. Two false awakenings basically. Might have been more, not sure.

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    First dream:
    During the first part, I had no physical being; it was like I was a ghost or a free-floating ball of conscious energy. I was on a massive ship mid-voyage with a bunch of, for lack of a better word, hooligans. They were drinking giant mugs of beer, singing loudly, getting into brawls, knocking stuff over, and all that other stuff that drunk hooligans do. A woman started yelling at a giant bearded oaf of a man, and he became enraged and grabbed her by the collar. He lifted his fist, which was about three times the size it should've been, and the woman fainted from fear. He decided not to pummel her face after seeing she was unconscious, cuz ya know, it's really messed up to crush the face of a defenseless woman when she's passed out.

    Second dream, or second nearly-unrelated part of previous dream:
    I was embodied again, and waiting for the "train of knowledge". I wasn't even a designated place for the train to stop, but I intuitively knew it would stop just for me, and it did. I boarded, but after a while I suddenly realized I was in a Jeep instead of a train, and we were flying (not literally) about 100 mph through a savanna. I was afraid of the speed we were going and I asked the driver to slow down, to no avail. Eventually, the Jeep broke down and we had to walk/run towards our destination (which I guess was "knowledge"). We were back in the U.S. and running alongside major highways, and I was having trouble keeping up with the other travelers. We came to an embankment, and there was this mushy, decomposing sculpture made of sliced cantaloupe that we had to climb up. The others scaled it quickly, but I kept having trouble getting a good grip; the soft fruit caved and flattened under my hands, and it took me a while to get near the top. I yelled to the others to wait for me, still not completely free of the fermenting cantaloupe goo.
    “If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.” - Hermann Hesse

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    A chilly day. Probably autumn. Late afternoon; the sun is setting but you wouldn't know it from the overcast cloud cover. I had been at a business meeting and was returning to my car, which had been parked in a gravel parking lot.

    I walk down the driving aisle to my car. As I near it a man drives in from the opposite direction, turns to his right (my left), and parks his car. He gets out.

    It's an old classmate from university. We reminisce, ask each other what we're "up to", make pleasant small talk.

    I turn to my right and see my car. Another car, metallic lime green, has parked next to mine. Right next to mine. The other car is parked on the driver's side of mine with absolutely no clearance whatsoever. I can only presume that my mirror has been knocked off. What little sheetmetal I can see is marred with scratches, dents and scuffed paint. My old friend laments that I have been put in an awful situation. He must be off, he has a meeting of his own to attend.

    This is exasperating. I can't even get into my car. I have no choice but to wait for the offending driver to return to his or her vehicle. I contemplate calling the police non-emergency line; someone this careless must undoubtedly be a horrendous driver and has probably caused all sorts of damage elsewhere. I doubt very much they even have insurance. Maybe it was stolen.

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    I was standing naked next to a blonde, unknown, also naked man. He was masturbating using a pair of pliers to grab his penis, and said he'd teach me how to do it, which he did. Next thing you know, both of us were with a woman having a devil's threesome - we might have been shooting a porno, I can't remember - and when it was time for the money shot, both of us used our pliers to come over this woman. The thing was, first we ejaculated semen, but soon blood started shooting out of our genitals, getting all over the face and in the mouth of the woman, who were on her knees, smiling. The guy explained the blood was because of the urethra getting all tangled up inside when using the pliers to masturbate, so we both got something that resembled a Q-tip and stuck it inside to try and straighten it out.


    I FEEL ALRIGHT

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    My wife ordered an iPhone for me yesterday. My current phone has a huge screen, so she was informing me that the iPhone is smaller; hence, the screen is smaller as well. Then I dreamt that I was holding the new phone; however, it was the size of a fat, flattened pen. And of course in a very similar fashion to reality . . . I complained about it for a bit.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Haight View Post
    My wife ordered an iPhone for me yesterday. My current phone has a huge screen, so she was informing me that the iPhone is smaller; hence, the screen is smaller as well. Then I dreamt that I was holding the new phone; however, it was the size of a fat, flattened pen. And of course in a very similar fashion to reality . . . I complained about it for a bit.
    This needs to be cross-posted to the "First World Problems" thread.
    Reminder (for others):
    Your = belonging to you, you're = you are, they're = they are, their = belonging to them, there = not here.

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    (I had a dream just before this about being chased through twilit woods by a filthy cannibal with a cleaver. The two dreams seem to be related because it's the same cannibal. There wasn't a transition from one to the other, which makes me think I jumped POVs between them.)

    I dreamed my aunt invited my parents, my sister, and me to a barbeque with her family in Texas. David Bowie was paying her a surprise visit, so he joined in.

    There'd recently been an execution of a serial-killing cannibal, and the correctional facility sold off his body parts as food. I guess death row convicts were a delicacy in Texas. Anyway, my aunt's boyfriend used his connections to get first priority on the list of buyers, and he bought the cannibal's brain.

    I'd been feeling nauseated from the road trip, and the whole family thought it would be a good idea to feed me the brain. (Something about eating a brain being good for my brain.) David Bowie didn't say anything. The brain was breaded and fried, and it looked like a pork chop. I thought it would be okay, but the texture was awful, like a thick gummy bear with a crunchy outside. It tasted metallic and sour. My nausea got worse. David Bowie patted my back to comfort me while everyone else had fun at the barbeque.

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    I was "the Doctor" from Doctor Who, except I didn't do anything cool, I just did my laundry while my mother (my actual mother, not the Doctor's mom) nagged me about mixing heavy fabrics with light ones. It was pretty lame.

    Mind you, I've never seen the show, so perhaps that's how most episodes go.

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    I was with a group of people, being led by a guide through a filthy, dingy abandoned building. It was supposed to be a sightseeing tour, but there was absolutely nothing to see there - it was just a bunch of overturned furniture and a floor that was covered in a moisture, old scraps of paper, and pig excrement. There was a wild pig running loose in the building that would violently charge at anyone in its path, and I somehow ended up walking in front of the rest of group (even the tour "guide"). We started walking down a hallway that was obstructed with a bunch of overturned desks that we had to climb over, and I remember feeling afraid that the second we got to an unobstructed area the pig would kill me. I felt it was expected of me to lead the group, so I just accepted it as my duty even though I felt like I was in more danger than the others.
    “If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.” - Hermann Hesse

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