The beginning of the dream started with me in one of my childhood friend's house. I was upstairs on his computer researching drugs. All the nastiest drugs, I was just planted in the computer chair searching drug terms for awhile. I was the only one in the house, my friend or his family weren't home. After I was satisfied with the information I had gathered I got up from the computer and walked out of the room into the main part of the upstairs that overlooks the downstairs over a bannister. That was when I noticed a grizzly bear of all things just sort of roaming around downstairs. I thought something like "OH SHIT, a fuckin bear, time to split!" and quickly ran out the front door.
When I got outside I walked over to the driveway where my friend and his parents who owned the house drove up in a car and parked in the driveway. When they all got out of the car I went over to his parents and frantically tried to warn them "Hey, don't go in there, there's a big bear in your house!" After giving the parents several warnings about the bear, I realized they could not see or hear me, it was like I was invisible. Nothing about their demeanor indicated an awareness of my presence.
The parents walked past me and into the front door of the house. At this point I went over to my friend, who was just sort of standing there in the driveway. "Dude, your parents are going to get eaten by a bear, there's one inside your house right now!" Unfortunately my friend, just like his parents, couldn't see me. I had a strong feeling of frustration that I was invisible. I opened my arms as an offer for a hug, but my friend ignored me and started walking slowly towards the front door of the house. As he walked by me he muttered to himself "If only my parents didn't check my internet search history so often"
I was thinking "AHHHHH SHIT...due to my naughty internet searches, I framed my friend. He's gonna get in trouble for searching drug stuff on the computer. I never cleared the history" I felt like a butthole for most likely getting him into trouble, and I was also worried about the bear in the house. I was invisible though, so I couldn't really do anything about the predicament and decided to go home to my house. On the way home to my childhood home from the friend's house, there is a wooded cut through that saves lots of time as opposed to walking only on the streets. While I was going through this shortcut, I noticed of all things a camel. It was no ordinary camel though. Instead of walking around on four legs like normal, it had one singular leg in the center of its belly and was hopping around on the one leg like a pogo stick. I had a though along the lines of "Wow, that sure is unusual" and then woke up. I never made it back to my house in the dream, the pogo camel is the last thing I remember.
Originally posted by mmQ
It-alian babby fettuccini umbilical pasta cord
True.
Scientists also recently discovered that when Italian baby boys are born, their testicles start off as tiny green olives, and only transform into real human testes around puberty.
Calling me a fag was one of my brother's trademark moves. It made me mad as a kid, but he was actually doing me a favor. All those times he called me a fag, I was in fact being a little fag. He was trying to teach me how to be cool, in his own way.
I'll post dream 2 tomorrow, it's late as hell and I need to get to sleep. So here's a bonus, one of the dream fragments.
I was in class in a dream high school. Ronald McDonald was in the class. I saw him playing on a fancy new phone, and he finished and put it away in his clown pocket. I thought to myself "I'm gonna steal his phone." I went over to the teacher and I was like "Ma'am, I need your help, I had my phone out and Ronald McDonald came over and stole it from me!" She was like "Oh really?" She walked over to Ronald and I followed her. She asked him if he had stolen my phone and he denied it. I professed "He took it and put it in that pocket right there" *points to pocket* The teacher was something like "What's in that pocket? Show me!" Ronald McDonald pulled out the phone. "Give it back to him, NOW!" He handed me his own phone and I put it in my pocket and walked away with it now in my possession, thanks to the teacher. The rest of the dream was just your typical "lost in school" bullshit. The bell rang for class change and I wandered around like a fucking moron with no clue where I was going.
It's interesting that Russia's coat of arms that they plaster all over buildings is a crowned double-headed eagle. Exact same as the Freemasons. Are these ruling class faggots just playing evil war games with all the peons?
Yesterday I had two naps during the daytime. I had elaborate dreams during each nap. I wrote them down right after I woke up.
I have a few others written down since I noticed this thread, but they're just little fragments, I'll post them later.
Dream #1 At the start of the dream, I was on a scenic walk with two friends (just dream people, no one I know in real life). One was kind of a generic looking woman and the other was a dark haired man who had in some kind of secret service earpiece thing. We walked around for a good while in a semi-rural area. During the walk, I was "watching them fall in love". At the beginning of the walk they were making small talk but by the end of the walk they were madly in love. I watched the whole process and was touched and found the whole thing rather adorable. Toward the end of the walk I asked the woman "What do you think about me?" I don't remember her exact words but she must have responded positively because I remember feeling pleased at her response. She walked off at some point after professing her love for the guy. Earpiece Guy and I walked back to his house. We came to a one story house of medium size and went inside and milled about for a minute or two. Next thing I know, there was ferocious banging on the door. "Oh shit it's a raid!" my brain figured, and I darted past the front door to hide in a little hallway nook on one side.
The door blasted open and I watched as what appeared to be some kind of extended family unit stormed in, presumably looking for Earpiece Guy. Some old, some middle aged, and even some children. For the first few seconds no one saw me in my nook, but then an older man (looked about 55, gray hair male pattern baldness) looked over and saw me and rushed at me. For whatever reason, there was a wet towel nearby and I grabbed it and crammed it in the man's face, I stuffed some of it in his mouth and he fell limp to the ground like a defeated video game enemy. Other people noticed the commotion and I raced into the kitchen past everyone, grabbed a knife. There was a little kid in the kitchen (part of the raid family) and I grabbed him and held the knife to his neck. Everyone was like "Whoa dude! Wtf" As I held the kid hostage the tone totally shifted. The raid was over. Instead of people racing around looking for Earpiece guy they started just kind of roaming around looking at stuff in the house. I let the kid go and went back out to the living room by the front door. My dead brother (shirtless and jacked with muscles) came in the front door and I got the impression that he was the commander in chief of the whole operation. He walked right over to some shelves where there was a little answering machine looking thing (I somehow knew it was Earpiece Guy's communication base station thingy) he reached out and pressed a button on the station and said "You're a fag" into the speaker. Earpiece guy responded from wherever he had ran off to "No, you're a fag." No one in the family ever found Earpiece guy, he just sort of vanished after the pounding on the door.
After the verbal exchange through the communications base station, my brother turned and noticed me. "Oh hey dude." He walked over and handed me a burning hand rolled cigarette. "You wanna hit it?" I remember feeling a sense of paranoia that it might be laced with some weird designer drug, so after a moment of hesitation, I was like "No thanks man" and handed it back to him. "What is it anyway?" "It's that clone man, spraying weird chemicals on that shit." My paranoia was confirmed and I felt relief I hadn't taken a hit. I walked away from my brother and wandered around the house looking for Earpiece Guy, he was nowhere to be found. I went out the back door into the back yard and discovered Earpiece Guy's dog dead on the ground. It wasn't freshly dead though, it was like mummified. Mostly bones with some furry leather bits kind of half-assedly covering some of the ribs. I thought to myself something like "Ahhh man, no one fed him while we were walking." Then I woke up.
I heard Eye-talian babies grow and develop in olive oil, as opposed to amniotic fluid. When women in Italy give birth, people stand around with bread, waiting to mop up the pool of oil.
This song gets stuck in my head every time I take a dump. It's my official dumping theme song. It was playing on my computer while I shat once, and the rest is history.
I have a bunch of retarded songs I made. They're very funky and made while stoned out of my gourd. Maybe I'll make a soundcloud in the next few days so I can share them with you silly-billies.
After awhile on benzos regularly, the magic wears off and they only make you feel normal instead of good. And in between doses withdrawal sensations start to creep in and you start to feind to redose, since you know the moment you take more the horrible feeling will go away.
It's kind of like alcohol in the way that at first you FEEL AWESOME, but the more you use it the less it does and the in-betweens are harder and harder.
I suppose the trick is to only use them occasionally. If you back to back 'em one too many times you find yourself seated in a rollar coaster car with the lap bar down slowly climbing the chain up the big hill. "IT'S A TRAP!!111"
