Ridiculous dreams...who has them?

Mike, I think we're scarred for life from playing those games. The fear that Nemesis could all of a sudden bust through the wall like the fucking coolaid man will never subside. It could happen....any time anywhere

 

That a little creepy?! Should would freak me out!!

I usually have reoccurring dreams about zombies. Either running away, hiding, or trying to find something to kill them! Strange . . .

 

What are you trying to say????

 

LoL! I'll admit I am a horror movie enthusiast but do not partake in video games. The weird thing is, when I have a zombie dream, I usually didn’t watch or do anything to instill "zombies or monsters" in my head before bed. I dunno . . .

 

I'll never forget playing Resident Evil on PS1 and damn near falling outta my chair and spilling my cold drink cause that bastard busted through the wall!!! He really is a Nemesis!

 

I have dreams that are movies full featured and better than the crap on tv. DREAMS RULE

 

The craziest dreams i have are when i cannot look at anything directly, only through my peripheral...this reoccurs pretty often and is crazy annoying. most of my other ones are about losing or breaking important things like my phone or truck

 

Some crazy stuff!
http://www.lucidity.com/LucidDreamingFAQ2.html#dreamcontrol

 

I'm almost certain that a person by the name of Mr. Womble would affect almost everybodies dreams.

I mean no offense, but come on Mr. Womble! How does a person by that name NOT have any affect on your life?

 

I have a similar reoccurring dream. I am in a truck going down the highway and I am in the back seat. All of a sudden there is a traffic jam and the driver of the truck I am in either disappears or passes out. So I have to scramble to get to the drivers seat and slam on the breaks before I hit the cars, but when I hit the breaks they either don’t work or are crappy as hell. Then I start to panic and wake up.

Wow my wife wouldnt believe me when I told her that I could do that.

 

Your wife wouldn't want to think you can do what you want in a world she can't scold you in.

 

I've been able to do this once or twice.

Its a weird thing to know that you are dreaming but want to go ahead and roll with it.

First time it happened I was in a chamber with a bunch of vampire females and things had gotten pretty interesting. For some reason, I knew I was dreaming but obvoiusly didn't want to wake up just yet...But knew in my mind that if Dracula showed up, I was booking out. Sure enough later on big daddy Dracula floated in the room and was quite pissed. Decided I'd had enough and that was that.

 

I had a dream that I pulled a 39 ft fifthwheel toyhauler with my tacoma ( it was the night after I went looking at toyhaulers)

 

I have trouble sleeping sometimes and dudes if you ever want to have some freaky dreams and want to remember them in their full detail from start to finish....take Melatonin. It used to over the counter at places like GNC.

Supposedly we all dream these dreams but rarely remember them.

 

ROUND 2
Preface: Haden't slept all week so last night I decided to take some NyQuil. The result was still just a few hours but they were eventful never the less. For those of you who don't know, I not only dream in color, but 1080p with Dolby Digital surround sound. And I remember ALL of it when I wake up. So begins Epic Dream 2. Get ready...here it comes

I'm in class and Coach Tharp (my middle school teacher and coach) is just wrapping up a lesson on one of those old school overhead projectors. He hands back a quiz that I got an F on. So I go to his desk to talk to him about it. I explained... not only had I not read any of the questions but I had no recollection of ever taking the quiz. All of that seemed irrelevant to him so he went about explaining the first question that involved a speaker building diagram where a circle with a diameter of 21" had been cut in a board whose width was also 21". After trying to explain that it was physically impossible to do such a thing I realized I was getting nowhere and told him I'd accept the grade. I did so only because I really wanted to get outta there and because it was a speaker building class and the chance of me already having an A (for ALPHA) in the class was pretty darn high.

As I re-approached my seat to grab my backpack everyone was looking ultra shiesty. I asked what was up and apparently in that dream school I was enrolled in (much like airports) it's frowned upon to leave your bag for any length of time because people will automatically assume it's a bomb and you're a terrorist. Lesson learned.

So now I'm pissed about this bad grade and I go do the one thing that will calm me down; take a hot bath at my Aunt Sharen's house. Which, to be honest, is not at all what I would do in real life. I don't take baths because I prefer to shower and my aunt lives about 1300 miles away. Regardless, I was running the bath and eating something in the kitchen when I saw water coming out the door. Knowing that I'd surely catch hell for this I ran in there to turn it off. Upon entering I realized not only had the bath come nowhere near it's fill line, but her bathroom was a YMCA locker room.
So wearing nothing but I towel I deem it appropriate to find out where the pool was just in case I want to do some laps later. In reality I can swim but I don't swim all that well so swimming laps would never cross my mind. On my quest I come to the conclusion that the water on the floor is from people getting out of the pool and going to the locker room. Sweet, I'm off the hook on that and don't have to clean it up.

And of course this YMCA happens to be connected to Lowes which is precisely where I might find myself if I'd been pissed about a bad grade and wanted to build something. Now I'm in jeans and a T-shirt, proper Lowes attire. This makes sense but only for the moment (sorry to get your hopes up). So I'm walking around and then I see what I assume is a bad joke; two Star Wars nerds arguing in the tool aisle. It's like seeing someone successfully divide by zero. The tool aisle is for manly men only. But my quick assessment of the situation was this...There was a Bosch router jigsaw that they wanted to get and they were trying to use their Jedi mind tricks to get it to do their bidding by waving their hands over the UPC. Now first off, Bosch doesn't make a router jigsaw and neither does any other company. Not even a company in a galaxy far far away! Not only that, but the box that this hand held tool is inside of has to be about 4 feet high. NOTHING about this situation makes sense.
By now another guy has walked up and is standing there watching this all go down. So I turn to him and say, "Hey, you want to watch two Star Wars nerds shit themselves?" And when they're not looking I give the box a nudge and it falls over. Their argument comes to a screeching halt and for a very brief moment they think that the tool has responded their use of 'The Force' their attempts have actually worked. At this point I'm laughing hysterically as I walk off and the nerds snap out of it and realize what's actually happened.

So one of them thinks he's going to confront me for making them look dumb (like he didn't take care of that himself) and sets a collision course with me on the next aisle. So I'm walking, jeans on legs, beard on face....manly ALL OVER! I get about 3 feet from this guy and he bails knowing that I'd likely punch him in the face like a snow leopard (Read: Epic Dream 1). As he scampers off I see the most glorious thing ever. Shining in the warehouse, beams of fluorescent light bouncing off it's lightly oiled surface, Porter Cable 20ft long band saw blades!

 

I dreamed that I was putting on mufflers all night....I woke up exhausted.