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[#] Wed Oct 02 2019 22:01:46 EDT from IGnatius T Foobar @ Uncensored

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Really getting tired of having dreams that the dystopian future I worried about 30 years ago had actually come to exist. When I wake up it can sometimes take quite a number of minutes to get my brain wired back into the present, where things are actually pretty good.

I blame all of the usual suspects. No reason why, I just do.

[#] Thu Oct 03 2019 11:07:53 EDT from darknetuser @ Uncensored

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I just keep getting dreams about killing stuff. Which is great.


I had this dream in which somebody poisoned a king, and there was a prophecy that if the king died, Ragnark would come. So I was charged to find the poisoner and beat the recipe of the antidote out of him.

Finding the poisoner turned out to involve junping from roof to roof assassins creed style, punching random people until somebody told me the main advisor of the king was the culprit. So I arrived to his palace with my sword and my mission.

The palace turned out to be guarded by killer robots who shot laser beams from their eyes, and the traitor himself was mounted in a combat mecha, and there was an epic fight in which I slashed robots left and right and got to capture the bastard and get the antidote from him, then I chopped his head like a real hero.

I returned to the throne room with the antidote, but the king died just as I arrived. At that very moment, a thunder cracked the sky and a quake shaked the earth. In the long distance it was heard the voice or Surtur (viking emon of fire) screaming that Ragnark had arrived and the world was about to end.


One of the courtesans explaimed "Look, a Viking army is comming to aid us in this last war!" And it was true. A large Viking fleet was lining up in order to fight the forces of destruction to the bitter end.


Then I woke up.

[#] Mon Jan 27 2020 13:41:26 EST from IGnatius T Foobar @ Uncensored

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Last night I counted the fireplaces in my house and there were over 25.

This morning I counted them again and there were 0.

[#] Tue Jan 28 2020 08:59:56 EST from darknetuser @ Uncensored

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2020-01-27 13:41 from IGnatius T Foobar
Last night I counted the fireplaces in my house and there were over 25.



This morning I counted them again and there were 0.



They fell into a dimensional wormhole. Or were stolen by tax collectors.

[#] Wed Jan 29 2020 10:37:20 EST from athos-mn @ Uncensored

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All TARDISs (TARDIS-i?); all with different incarnatoins of The Master.

[#] Thu Jan 30 2020 09:43:26 EST from IGnatius T Foobar @ Uncensored

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Possibly. I thought I'd stop having the "discovering parts of your house you didn't know were there" dreams would stop after I got a house I'm satisfied with.

[#] Wed Feb 12 2020 06:03:01 EST from triLcat @ Uncensored

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Mommy feeds everyone

Disturbing dream - make what you will of it

I go to the car, and take the baby (who is mine, but not one of my three real life kids) out of the car, preparing to nurse. Suddenly, I’m approached by three alien monsters, with sharp teeth and nails - something like the evil lovechild of the Alien and a Gremlin. They are clearly looking to eat me and the baby. They are hungry. I turn my back to them, offering. I say “I’m a mother. I will feed you. Please don’t take too much” 


I cradle the baby against me, protecting it, trying to nurse at the same time that these monsters are scratching off and eating my back. The pain is bearable, but I’m afraid that they will eat too much, and that I won’t be strong enough to fight them off. I’m pleading in my mind. “I’m a mother. I will feed you. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t take too much” but I’m afraid that they will eat all of me. I’m trying to figure out how I can fight them off without hurting the baby. 


They’re bigger than I am, strong, with huge sharp teeth and claws, and they’re literally eating me alive, and all I can do is let them eat me in the hope that they won’t eat too much or hurt the baby. I’m screaming but nothing comes out, I’m trying to beg them not to eat too much of me. Trying.

This is where the dream ends. 



[#] Wed Feb 12 2020 19:16:38 EST from darknetuser @ Uncensored

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Ok, that was bad enough.

I don't remember having a bad dream. Everytime I have dreams about monsters and such, I end up flasting them with magic or swords or machineguns.

[#] Wed Mar 11 2020 09:17:12 EDT from IGnatius T Foobar @ Uncensored

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I want to have machine guns in dreams! That would be great for fending off those carnivorous aliens.

[#] Wed Mar 18 2020 10:18:37 EDT from Ragnar Danneskjold @ Uncensored

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When I have dreams of firearms, they almost always fail.... I can see bullets in flight, or they just dribble out of the gun. They never recoil properly.

There must be some Freudian explanation.

[#] Wed Mar 18 2020 10:28:17 EDT from wizard of aahz @ Uncensored

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<GRIN> I don't think it has to do with anything Oedipal. But I'm sure we can come up with some entertaining discussions.

[#] Thu Mar 19 2020 12:23:57 EDT from darknetuser @ Uncensored

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2020-03-18 10:18 from Ragnar Danneskjold
When I have dreams of firearms, they almost always fail.... I can see

bullets in flight, or they just dribble out of the gun. They never

recoil properly.


In my case, it is hand-to-hand weapons that fail. But I think it is because in the dreams I use hand-to-hand weapons, like swords, my enemies are mummies or zombies. I hit them and they go to the floor, and then rise again.

A pegasus that breathes fire like a dragon... zombies don't rise after it roasts them...

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