Dream Cartridge No. 3

Further dreams from around the web that I would like to have. Just keeping track of these for the day when my subconscious has tape backup.

Unbleached Titanium Paint

Erik and I somehow got shrunk to microscopic size. We hopped into a pile of unbleached titanium paint and started squishing the molecules to change the viscosity and color of the paint. Erik thought it was the coolest thing, and he had a child-like smile on his face.

Chemistry adventure by tallulah.

He Could Choke For Days, He’ll Be Fine

It all starts off with me being in the cellar with my dad. It’s dark. He has a corpse in his hands and he’s cleaning it up, and doing all sorts of things to it. It seems like he’s shaving skin off of it. Then the doorbell rings upstairs, and he tells me to go answer it because the pizza is here. So I run upstairs.

That ends, and switches straight to me and my mom walking to some strange place. I can’t remember much of this part.

Then I’m at a resturaunt with my dad, a lady who I can’t remember, and a boy who seemed to be like 17 years old. I was a mess, covered in dirt, ripped clothes, etc. I’m talking to them and I’m telling them all about how my mother went through this cave and was with all these wild animals. And how she wanted a Furby for her birthday.

Flash to watching us at the resturaunt on television.

Then I’m at a store with Meghan, Meaghan & Wendy. Alot of people are trying to get in. The same kid who was at the resturaunt with me is there, and he’s looking at me and talking to a friend, saying something like, “Why does everyone blame me for killing him, I know she did it.”

Then we’re taking pins and needles out of huge Justin Timberlake signs. Meghan is still trying to open the door with a pair of red scissors. I have a handful of pins and needles and i put them on the ground, all of a suddon here comes Dobie. He’s eating the needles, and I’m freaking out because he starts choking.

Now I’m in the same place with just me and my grandmother and Dobie is choking, trying to spit them out. I scream and say, “Nana, he’s choking to death!” She says, “Oh he could choke for days, he’s done it before he’ll be fine. ” Then I start to choke and I spit up needles.

I really dig a couple of other dreams by mandi628. The thrill of being dead. Conan O’ Briean wants her dead. Her plastic pet dolphin.

Pregnant with Spanish (Probably Not Colombian) Bird

O.k let me start from what I remember. I was lookin in my moms closet when I seen this butterfly design that I thought was really pretty. I asked my mom if she brought me anything and she said she brought me a shower curtain. The weired thing was that the shower curtain was in a shape of a dress. That had butterfly’s on it.

Then the dream switched to me being at this guys house who I like. His name is Daniel. i was sleeping over for some reason, and took a shower in his bathtub. THe tub was dirty, and on the wall wwas all the names of the girls he talked to and his relationship with them. I looked for my name and it was spelled twice. One of them was mispelled. It just said that I was a regular flirt on both.

Then my dream switched to my house being haunted or something, and whoever came out always looked scared and afraid. I knew what it was like so when some people asked me to go in there. i wouldn’t. A friend of mine (not real life) went in and didn’t come back out so I started crying.

Then the dream switched to me sitting by a tree. With a boy I knew in the dream. I was pregnant with what I thought was a baby. It turned out to be an egg, and I didn’t want to lift my skirt up so the guy would see the pregnancy. I birthed a baby bird. In my dream I thought I was going to feel pain but I didn’t. I only felt an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Then the guy sitting next to me asked when I was going to deliver the placenta.

My baby… “bird” started talking to me right away. I showed it how to say My momma, and I was saying I am your momma. Then i said it in spanish. Mi momma. The boy from the beginning of the dream is Columbian but I don’t think that had anything to do with me saying my momma in spanish. It ended with me in a car. THe girl next t me said I need to hurry up and get the placenta delivered.

Sorry if that one was kind of sick. By Celeste2116.

Shrifkin!

We lead the flying rancor on a wild chase through all sorts of terrain, including jungle, industrial aqueduct, ghetto, roller coaster (which is really fun) and burning plains, in that order.

After the burning plains we come along a huge jump over the Grand Canyon. “Don’t worry, Older Brother, I’ll use my powers to get us across!” I yell to my brother. As we jump across the chasm I hold my hands out and it steadies us during our jump. During the jump I keep yelling, “Shrifkin!” which is supposedly the magic word. We land on the other side and the rancor, unable to keep up, falls to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.

We cheer as we come up on a small building in more jungle territory. He stops and says, “This is our destination. Nice driving, bro.” I thank him as we enter the building. It’s an arcade on one side and a very strange thing on the other side. An array of 16 different torture devices, each with a big plastic yellow number on it, are covering the entire room, with a balcony overhead for spectators. “Wish me luck,” says my brother, and without warning he jumps into Torture Device #1, a waist-deep pool of broccoli and wheatgrass juice that he must drain.

As he’s doing this I look at a sign behind me that says: “Bored? Come join the 16 STAGES OF HELL! Successfully survive all sixteen torturing acts, and recieve free sex for life… or $10 million dollars.” Don’t know which one I would choose, I think. I watch my brother from overhead as he goes through 15 of the stages, which includes breaking glass with a head butt, slithering like a snake through acid, and sitting in a giant pan of boiling water until it’s all boiled down.

He is sweating, bloody and panting, and one of his arms is nearly torn off, but he waves to me and my parents (who have now joined me) and steps into the last torture device, a combination of acid, fire, spikes, electricity, and liquid nitrogen. He steps out of the torture chamber after about a minute and gives us a beaming smile before exploding in a mixture of blood and HCl.

My dad says, “Oh well, he got through it okay I guess. Let’s get out of here, Hyperactive Man.”

Hyperactive Man’s massive four-part dream also features a fight between Gandalf and a computerized eagle head, zero-gravity flips, techno music blasting. “Rated R, starts Friday, June 13th.”

See also: Enviable Dreams. Dream Cartrige No. 2.