I somehow doubt that's going to happen.

Sight Unseen - I have dreamed about getting up and having breakfast before, but they don't go past that point. One time many years ago, I did sleepwalk and actually have breakfast though, then went back to bed :P

Solution:

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1-GILAYT5...ise-gamgee.jpg
2nd Breakfast.


- Mikko

Oh, poor Sam...He looks so sad! *squish*

Lol to the solution, btw. I think that was Pippin that said that, though :P

Oe skxawng lu.

Yes, it was, of course, Pippin.

- Mikko

Ah, hobbits :xD:

Is it bad that I sort of like this? It brings in some much needed shades of grey. Actually I always sort of pictured Jake flying off the handle in later movies....becoming something of a warlord. Its that human mentality, just a predisposition to violence he can't shake.

Should I start running now?

Yes. Run :P

Seriously, I doubt it.

I'm not sure about violence being HUMAN (it seems to be part and parcel of being alive, rather *eyes nature*), but I can actually see Jake flying off the handle at some stage. And, yes, please, bring on the shades of grey!

If you run, feel free to run over to my corner of fandom. :D?

(I mean, if one of the jobs of the clan-leader is to kill those who by Na'vi-technology and standards couldn't survive/be deemed functional, Jake is going to have to out there killing a lot of people who - had they been on a human battlefield - could have survived. People with broken backs, people with more than one limb missing. He'd be killing people like his friends in the Marines, people like himself. Even if they are mercy killings, THAT has to got to leave some scars there, poor man.)

As for my dreams lately, they are way, way, way too obviously influenced by my current stress. I do not approve. I like my dreams to take me far away to a world that is surreal and odd and works by its own rules, not dreams about not being able to pay rent. Do. Not. Approve.

No you run to my corner!

Also now that I have been doing a ton of work on my book all the characters have started to show up in my dreams. Its a little disconcerting but it really helps in writing them.

I take dreams seriously (how serious is dreaming about a tsunami 4 times in 2 months before Japan was hit??? but I had no idea it would be for real, I thought it was some kind of personal warning/danger... :shock:)

Here is one just before yesterday, either dream or that stage when you are already shifting in and out:

I see myself driving to work on the highway as usual. A silverish van appears behind me & it's just toooooo close to me for my liking. I tell the other driver mentally: "You're too close... get back... slow down... Brake!!" then I feel a "shake-up" & the shards of broken glass are flying around. Here I say: "Stop. Freeze. Where's the <-BACK button??? Rewind!.." The dream rewinds to seconds before the accident, & I "rewrite the script" & make it a "happy end movie": I say "Brake NOW" - the other driver slows down, gets further behind, & then moves to another lane. Then I know for a fact that I am waking up but I still have the time to declare: "No accidents for me, not today not ever! My way shall be clear & free!"

Guess what happens that very morning in RL? I drive to work as usual & at one point notice behind me a silverish van just toooooo close to me for my liking. It's strange cos the highway is quite clear, he could overtake me if he wanted to any time, but he doesn't, instead he stays glued to my behind. I think "What a pervy weirdo" & start telling the other driver mentally: "You're too close... get back... brake!!" And then I feel chilled all over & my hair stands up cos I recognize my dream in all the fine details. I think: "SH***!!!" & start "telling" the weirdo to slow down, brake & go to the other lane. He does so after a minute or two & moves to the next lane.

I was pretty shaken. What the.... happened????? I don't know but I do take dreams seriously, that's for sure!

pretty cool dream! I didn't have a dream that happened in detail IRL for quite some time now!

the other day i had a dream that i saw a guy abusing an animal so i yelled at him "hey! ****ing stop that!" and he pulled out a gun and shot me :| i died and woke up

I had a dream that some natural disaster occurred, kind of like Katrina, but not exactly sure what it was. I was with Sarah Noël and some other assorted acquaintances from my parents' generation at my dad's apartment while all the stuff was happening. We'd been there for about a week not going outside very often because of some type of flooding. It was my birthday, and my dad gave me a huge bottle of tequila. It was kind of shocking (I'm 19 and my parents aren't really like that). Sarah had a bunch of different types of fruit jarred in water, and she was really enthusiastic about some drinks we could make by combining the two. I was hesitant to do any of this in front of my mother and other family and really just wanted to exit the situation, so I took the elevator up to the top floor. The doors opened, and I was in an ugly kind of office looking hallway with paper strewn around. I walked up and down the hall, but no one seemed to be there in any of the rooms. When I came back to the elevator, I saw that there was no button, like you could only choose to send it up from a lower floor. I started to panic. I looked out of the only window I could find and saw that I was much too high up to escape through it (at least 11 stories). As I was staring through the glass, I heard two voices down the hall. I ran to them. A middle aged business looking woman was sitting at a long conference room table discussing some spreadsheets with a skinny younger man. They didn't seem to notice me. I dashed over to them frantically and asked the woman to please show me how to get out. She said no, and that she was very busy. I said please, just tell me, tell me what direction at least, left or right? She paid me no mind. I was extremely panicked by now. This was very bizarre (unfortunately, not bizarre enough for me to realize it was a dream, or else I could have lucid dreamed the **** right out of there, flown out the window or something :xD:), and I was feeling claustrophobic. I was crying, and she said wait, I'll show you when this is done. I asked when it would be done, but she didn't answer. She didn't answer for the rest of the dream, and I was pretty much freaking out until I woke up.

^^^*that's kinda freaky* :shock:
PS on 08-11-2011: just wondering if you are looking for any "guidelines" from the dreams for your RL? Like, in that dream you were desperately looking for the answer ("the way out") & people were not exactly going out of their way to help you? Or at least not at that moment: the woman told you "Wait; I'll show you when it's done"; when you insisted, she wouldn't heed. Hm...
(sorry for being curious - this is what I routinely do, but hey each "has the right to dream whatever & to treat one's dreams in whatever way one deems reasonable).

You can surely say whatever you want about the dreams, but I primarily made this thread for the lolz and to hear wacky and bizarre stories. Seems like it didn't really take off though.

Racial disclaimer: This dream explicitly states race. If you will be offended by this, skip this post.
Anyway, had one last night that I was back in New Orleans and walking up a street. In New Orleans, bad neighborhoods are kind of spotty and distributed throughout the city-- there's no one bad neighborhood. So, I was uptown, and walking past a happy looking white couple. They were dressed in really sporty looking clothes and were wearing toe shoes. At that moment, I remembered that I too was wearing toe shoes, and I decided to take off running as I often do sometimes when I get the urge. I ran a few blocks, and then I heard a voice say, "See that white girl running? She's running from us because we black." And I was like, bitch? Nuh uh. So I stopped running and just started walking, but didn't turn around because I didn't want to be super obvious. Then, I was tackled to the ground by two skinny black dudes. They were laughing and kind of weakly restraining me, but I got away pretty easily. They caught up with me again once or twice, but I threw some weak punches and got them away. Such is the life in New Orleans, I remember thinking.