Dreams..

[Ashstripe]

Ahh yes the age old topic - dreams. Tell me your dreams and hey, I may tell you mine.

I have a lot of dreams, I don't know why and its probably one of the reasons I don't get as much sleep as I should.

I'll just throw some of my most memorable.

My most recent and most bizarre dream would have to be the one, where I am literally talking to myself. It starts out as your average oddball dream, I'm at a College(An American one? ) with my mate, we've been buddies since second grade and we're with another friend, I don't really know who she is but she's our mate too - so its all good.

So we're doing what mates do, joke around at each other's expense, but the third member of our little trio takes a bit more offence than she should have(I could go up to my mate and tell him I hate him and he'd just laugh), so she goes off to sulk or something like that and after a few minutes we get worried(Since, apparently someone gets killed while we wait); we go after her.

We go through the halls, my mate remarks "Stupid dean." as we pass his office, which is very in character for him and eventually we stumble across another girl, a quiet one, we know her apparently a very shy person. Who asks if we're afraid of the would be killer that's prowling the campus, we just shrug it off and tell her to be careful to which she simply stares silently.

Eventually, my friend and I make it to our friends dorm, her door is shut and the hallways are oddly narrow and built from bricks, we creak the door open and I still remember the thought I had;
"Three bucks says that girl is the killer.".

Sure enough, the shy one was there, over our dead friend and the 'dream' ends. I'm now in a psychologists room talking to him;
"And that's my dream, doc."

And the 'Doc' is an old man, with a German accent, probably similar to Einstein and he replies,
"It would seem that your mind is setting you a puzzle to solve.."

And that's all I remember, I woke up, thinking that I truly am insane.

[Grath]

Well, you fit in here well enough.

-shrugs- I forget most of my dreams, but yours are very interesting.

[Rocky]

I had a dream where I woke up one morning, walked outside my house, and there was a party there... And so I walked over and there was some guy with a name tag Brent (Wink wink, Ash). So... What the heck, I walk over there and start talkin to this so called "Brent". Then he tells me he's part of a forum. Redwall. So I say What a coincidence, me too! Then he stares at me with eyes that suddenly turn red, and he pushes me into the street, I look over and a car comes at me....

Then I wake up.

Seriously... Thats what happened. And someone on here will know who Brent is. (Wink wink, nudge nudge, *cough*ash*cough* XD)

My other dream:

Well... I wake up at noon on one hot summer day. Well, to my surprise, Im home alone. So, I walk over to our coffee mchine and make some coffee. Well... I see the light on in my garage the size of a mansion. And... So I walk out of my house with the garage key, open the door, and flip the light off... And well... I walk back in, grab my coffee, then realize the light was back on. So... I repeat my process, walk over, turn off the light, then... instead of going into the house, I start to grill some steaks at my grill... And well.. Then my stepdad miraculously appears cooking a steak. So, I look over at him, he says we need seasoning, runs in the house, and doesnt return. So... I walk in after him, slowly, and my house turns into some creepy mansion type thing out of a horror movie.

... So, I walk into the family room, and I see my one friend. Well, me and her decide to leave and go to some starbucks, because her story is similar to mine; everyone that lives with her disappeared. So, we go to Starbucks, each grab a brownie, and leave and start walking down the street. Some crazed demon thing pops up and attacks us, my friend runs the opposite way, then suddenly there's a longsword at my side.

Right now Im thinking "What the hell is going on?" and so I unsheath my sword, slay the big bad demon, then follow my friend. she runs into a Dunkin' Donuts and a black mist shrouds her, and she poofs away. So, I walk back to my house, and wow, the garage light is on. So, I walk in, and i dont flip the light off just yet, but instead I go and investigate.

As I round a corner, the demon I slew is standing there over my friends body, cackling insanely. So well, I walk over, run him through, turn around, walk out and make sure I flipped the light switch off. Well... I closed the door, turn around and get shot... by the demon...

The End.

I have weird dreams.

[Wildrun]

I think we all have some serious issues. This is WAY better than the ocnversations my parent's start that go something like, "But honey you might really need to catch up on your sleep, you looks so tired and you've been really angry and you spend all day at the ocmputer and don't you have homework to do?" Blah di blop.

Ash has already heard my tirade about how school work has me over a pit full of spikes (a very deep pit, bcause my innerself and homework knows I absolutely HATE hieghts), so I really haven't been sleeping that well recently. Her'es one odd dream, though Schoolwork has taken over my damned freetime, I swear to you!

I'm lying in bed, right, wondeirng why I didn't get around to plugging my clock back in after I yanked it's cord out one day (I was eaving for a few days and I knew no one woul be looking at the clock so I figured I'd save some enregy), and somehow I find out I'm asleep and I'm dreaming about being in school (oH, MY GODS!). My Chorus teacher and my Englosh teahcers are talkingi n some language I don't understand with my brother's elementary school principle (umm...) and the guy who works in the computer lab. The principle for my bro's school is replying in English and I can hear perfectly what he's saying but I can't understand it, it's all slurred and twirled together but I know it's in English. Then the computer guy pops a laptop out of nowhere and hands it to him, and he checks it, making "Ah" and "Oh" noises and saying what I think was "I see, yup". He passes it to my Chorus teacher, she makes the same noises, and she passes it to my english teacher. He glances over it and then says something that might've been "but what one earth are we supposed to do, club her to death?". I think that's it because now he has a club in his hand and he suddenly loks like a caveman version of hulk Hogan but he's still my English teacher (?!). Then he and my Chorus teacher and the principle all look over at me where I'm stand, with this LOOK in their eyes, and even though my chorus teacher doesn't wear glasses she has them on and so does the principle and my caveman-english teacher has this bizarre CIA sahhdes on. They all flash simutaneously like something out of a cop horror movie, and then my chorus teacher is in superhero bodysuit spandez the color of deep purple plumishness. The principle suddenly looks like the character called Nero, fomr the H.I.V.E books, and the computer guy says "Ah" again and takes the laptop back. He taps a few keys and now I can feel like I'm starting to panic. I look over to the sidelines where my German teacher has been standing the whole time, watchign like he's mildly interested. He looks over at me and smiles like we're just in class and we're saying hello like always, and that doesn't help and i'm really starting to lose it.
Ya' now that dream kinda thing where you're almost hyperventilating and your eyes are so wide you can see everythign around you and you can FEEL the sweat cluing your skin to your clothes? But you can't move? Dear gods, I couldn't even blink when my chorus teacher (who has this long, shiny whip coiled in her left hand and it pulling it tight with the otehr and mutting in french (she's American!) and practically STALKING towards me, and the english teacher is raising his club above his head like he'll throw it if I somehow manage to blink after all, and the principla just stands there smiling like I just won a free icecream pass( yeah, like teachers in high school give THOSE out anymore). Anyway, the computer guy is gone but he reapears again across from my German teacher, who sudenly looks more interested in the fact taht some of my favorite other teachers are about to kill me because I haven't turnedi ntheose damend papers yet. The computer guy clicks a few more buttons and says "Ah, there we go," and I understand him perectly, and suddenly everything is really sharp and clear and bright and my eyes urt looking at all the white-sharp-superheromovieeffects-ness that's going on, and my chorus teacher springs into the air crackign her whip and is about to land on my head when my English teacher changes at me and they hit each other and freakign EXPLODE, and then my German teacher says, "Well, I'm sure that hurt, but at least you've got a 100 in my class!" And it did hurt, because the explosion blew me backwards and I'm slumping agaginst the wall, watching a tideye light smudge where my teachers collided grow and shrink until it spits out a guy form and anime I love, called Naruto. The guy is the main villina, who I despise, named Orochimaru. Orochimaru turns and smiles at me and raises a hand with a pencil in it and throws it in my direction. It clinks against my shoes and I stare at it, and the computer guy is now recording al lthis with a cmaera thingy with eyeballs. Then, I look up again and Orocimaru says somehting like, "Where's your composer to save you now?" and I have NO idea what he's talking about. Then, this oldish-youngish looing guy wearing Frenchy kinda cloak and holding a conducter's baton appeared in frnot of me and speaks in french. I catch the only words I know, "Dirait-on" which makes no sense becasue it means 'so they say' So they say WHAT? Then I think it must be Perotin, the composer for my chorus paper I haven't turned in yet. He and orochimaru start wresting with each otehr (which is way creepeier th it sounds), and my German teacher helps me stand up again. Us and the computer guy watch as Perotin and Orochimaru roll around the dream-scape thing like a tennis ball on a court or something ,adn then another guy dressed in greek Spartan armour but holding a chisel and scroll like he's from Athens is also standing next to us, and he says, "This inspiration is nothing compared to Palydoh." I guess he meant Plato, because I'm betting Phidias didn't leanr his english that well, ebing dead longer than Perotin has been dead.

Then, as Orochimaru breaks free and lungs at me and I start screaming (fianlly) Erik the Red (who always shows up in my nightmares recently) snaps at me "What the Hel are you screaming about?!" And my English teacher adn Chorus teacher appear again, far away reading papers with my name in big letters and smeared red ink on them and I've got a sword and Perotin says something else in French that sounds like some sarcastic comment and Erik the Red growls at him to finish writing his paper and i WAKE UP.

5: 03 a.m. in the morning and I almost went downstairs to get breakfast. Then I remembered I really hadn't finished those papers and beat up my pillow instead.

...Help, anyone? D:

[Ashstripe]

Sweet cripes Rocky, that is odd.

Insanity is a requirement for membership here, Grath =P.

And your dream just trumped mine Wildrun.

I think my one was strange for a number of reasons, the main reason being that it is probably the only dream where I don't get shot.. That's a re-occuring dream I've had for about a year and a bit now, same basic story. I'm an old man, hobbling down the street next thing I know I hear gunfire and I'm lying against a brick wall(For some reason, I see myself in third person all of a sudden.) and I'm clutching my chest while bleeding.

And there's always a young woman, every time I have the dream she's there, crying over me. I think she's like my daughter or something..

And even stranger, lately in my more recent occurrences of the dream my final words are always, "Don't cry, you make the picture fade."

Then I wake up in a huge sweat.

Some of my other dreams are slightly more peaceful, I dreamt I was talking to my own characters once(Not the Redwall ones I'm afraid XD.).

[Rocky]

Same here, Ash. I end up getting shot a lot. Like once, I wake up, go outside to get the paper, walk back in the house and get shot. It's weird.

[ferretface]

Okay, now THIS is weird...

Sooo...

Okay, so it starts on a coast, but it's not a beach, it's actually grass all the way until the actual sea. I'm looking at the battleship I've got to be in (as a lieutenant) and then go down to my bag I have to leave behind. I stick in it two of my friend's comic books, one of which is called Lionel. If you've ever seen a Tintin book, Lionel and the other one look like that. Right now, I'm wearing red and cream clothing, checkered in places, and the men I'm commanding look like generic Fantasy warriors with red and white checkers identical to mine. So I sigh, and join my friend and about 5 Warriors on a dinghy. My friend, name of Dan. Anyway, we go onto the dinghy. I hadn't locked my shorebag because I didn't think people would want any poor quality back issues of comics. Anyway, whilst on the ship itself after a boring, montaged trip (yep, montaged, we were drifting slowly at DIFFERENT CAMERA ANGLES! OOOH! And the long trip took a long time, but the montage cut this to 30 SECONDS! AHHHH! Oh yeah, none of these dreams were dreamt in first person), I found out that Lionel waas very treasured, but I forget that I hadn't locked the bag nd say its in good hands! So we're then on the deck and we watch some thugs rip open my bag and take every thing out of it.
"You should've locked that bag, Ferret," my friend says.

Next dream, the best one, I look much cooler, in a white shortsleved swashbucklin' shirt, plus blue karate pants. Footwear? Black leather boots, I think. Before, I think red cowhide boots were the footwear of the invasion force. So next to me is someone who looks like Princess peach, but talks and is called Lemon. We're both holding wireless Wiimotes with just a select buttion (both of ours are white and have a green select button) and we're in an aboveground carpark for an apartment, with a concrete floor. We look at each other, and nod, so I go up to the billboard and post up a scrap of paper and write on it, WANTED: CRAZED ADVENTURERS.

So what does it turn to next? A sscene with nothing to do with me! Instead there's Vyvyan (of the Young Ones fame)! Only his name is Brock! And he's in Terminator Armour(for those that do not play Warhammer 40K, this is, essentially, full plate mail, only futuristic, and with a giant fist that blows up tanks, looks vaguely like Juggernaut armour in UT2003/4)! Training another tough-looking guy in Terminator Armour to be a trucker! The catch (for the aspiring trucker, who's called Brother) is that Brock is still Vyv, and his test courses consits of avoiding the road. FOr long distances. The final course involves driving through the coast without going onto the road whilst speeding at 120/mph (yes, MILES per hour; it's a supertruck!) and getting to the target with 2 hours to spare (To win bonus point you had to run over police cars trying to arrest you). Brother, having failed the challenge miserably, goes back, but Brock has recieved news of my post on the wall (presumably, at least, because he proceeds to hijack Brother's truck and let the failed punk trucker tag along in the back)

So now it's back to me and Lemon. Violet Baudelaire has just agreed to a contract(she has a red Wiimote with a black button) but she looks slightly crazy, and occasionally twitches. But it's about now that Brock and Brother arrive and nobody makes a move to greet them. Instead Violet pivots and points her Wiimote at Brother (Brother and Brock have white Wiimotes with a blue button) and is about to press select when I have a crazy moment and yell, "Why don't you fight me instead, huh?" Violet turns towards me and snarls, I realise that hero moments are bad for the lifespan and grab Lemon and bolt into the wood which is around the left corner. Violet follows me, then Brother follows Violet. Brock doesn't do anything.

After a frantic chase and exchange of laser beams (That's what the Wiimotes fire! Mine fires green, Brother fires blue, Violet fires red, Lemon's fires white, and Vyv's thus fires black. The magic: the gathering colours!) Lemon and I rush out of the wood. Violet rushes after us but Brock runs her over in the truck. There is a sickening crunching sound as Brother emerges.

Later, Brother and brock are resting on a block of buildings, when one of the windows opens and out comes a rather bulky 12-year old with black hair and glasses, name of Jacob...with a machete! He prods at Borhter's eyes, but Brother's terminator hands are in the way.
"'Zat you, Brother?"
Brother shakes his head and points at Brock. Jacob disappears, opens the window next to Brock and prods him in the eye.
"Ow!"
Jacob looks concerned and stops but Brrock says, "Keep on goin' thhen I'll have a full punklook!" Jacob pulls out more of the eyes and I get a glimpse of someone running about blindly in the house, plus an envelope with eyejelly on it. I figure that they're going to try and shove eyejelly into his presumably empty sockets. (My dreams, when they get weird, get really weird) Brock pulls out a newspaper, but then Violet emerges from under the truck. She grabs the Wiimote and shoots Jacob, who falls down (his Machete pulls out the eyeball in the motion of falling). Brock says "All finished then?' Violet has an umbrella and sticks it through Brock's gut.
"Not finished then?" Brock shrugs and sits down withhis newspapaer. Brother gets into the truck and is about to start it up when Violet turns and shoots him through the chest.
Brock's insides suddenly realised that by all rights, Brock was dead, so the Vyvyan-esque trucker lurched forward and died.
Lemon and I held hands, we knew it was the end, and then I had a flashback...

The thrid dream, a while after the first. My house, with several ferrets and guinea pigs outside. The war was not successful, and the enemy had not only planted stolen ferrets and 'pigs outside, but had stolen Papageno, my own ferret (whoi is detailed in all his awesomeness as my avatar)! I was wearing a cream swashbucklers shirt and red pants and boots. For some reason, I couldn't let any ferret get past me and into the house, but at the same time, I had to convert some of them!

In the end, I catch a black and sable ferret and my ferret (sadly, I didn't yet have my second), and the dream fades from there. It was very vague and I don't know the end. In narrative terms, Violet shot me and my brain exploded before I finished the flashback.

Thus ends Ferret the Warrior. Lieutenant, veteran, mercenary, corpse. Slain by Violet Baudelaire....at some point somewhere in the future.

And yes, there ARE a helluva lotta obscure and not-so-obscure references in it. PLus two random people from my childhood. Plus my house...plus my ferret.

Meh, it was still readlly awesome...

[Ashstripe]

...I'll say you have a very Naval life-style huh? XD Very interesting to say the least.

A few years back, I watched Dawn of the Dead with my mates, since then each of us has had repeated dreams of a Zombie Apocalypse, myself I am no different. I can remember about three.

The first one, I'm with my mates, we're all at school and a few years younger? I think, well we were in the younger part of the school and zombies just come charging in. Teachers are barricading the gates and we're standing at the top of a balcony swearing under our collective breaths.

Then out of nowhere, the craziest member of our group(No small feat may I remind you.) jumps off the balcony screaming his cry that gives when he does something really stupid, something very in character for him and charges head first into the horde. Some of us grab makeshift weapons and split in all directions the rest keep swearing while doing so.

Myself and two others just shake our heads and run, we jump off the balcony(About two storeys high) and run towards a gate and struggle to climb over it. Screams keep echoing but we keep going, running to the senior part of the school and suddenly, there's a bunker there. Without taking time to ponder what a bunker is doing here we all just run in. And that's the end of it.

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The next version is extremely odd. I'm with four people from my grade, we're not exactly mates but we're not exactly enemies, we're all linked because we got nominated to be Captains(A lame job which involves a lot of speeches). And we're climbing this tower...Like a tower of girders that you see at construction sites. The two boys(Myself and the other.) are armed and the girls are scrabbling up in front of us.

We eventually reach the top, zombies are constantly following us, dogging our every step and we just keep pushing them back as best we can. Why we would even go to the top of a tower like this during a time like that is beyond me.

After about ten minutes(Dream time =P) a Helicopter descends on us, just as we were about to be over-whelmed and we all climb in. After an un-eventful four minutes we're dropped off at what I assume to be a mall(DoD anyone?) and we hear our teacher's voice on a loudspeaker - "You have ten minutes until the zombie's arrive.".

We just all shake our heads and my mate and I complain and curse again("For the love of!") and just rush everyone in. That was the end of it.

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The third and final one is more of a joke really, it's me and the boys again. We're armed and we're running, we've stolen a car, supplies and the zombies are on the horizon screaming for our blood. But we're running low on fuel.

And so we all get out, standard drill, guard the car and fill it up with petrol. The Zombie's have miraculously caught up with us and we're fighting them off while one of us is filling it up.

"It's full man! Lets get the *Beep* out of here!" I cried out.

The fuel thingy, is clicking, you know those offers where you used to fill up a certain amount and get it for free? Well apparently they exist. He's waiting for it to click to 0.

"Hell no! I ain't paying for fuel!" He yelled back, let's call him George.

"For christ's sake..." Was my slow exasperated reply, my other mate stops fighting for a moment and ducks inside the station,

"Guys I got some more food!" He called out with a grin, lets call him Ted,
"Good, lets drive." Was George's reply
"...*Beep*...I'm a learner*, you guys gotta log me!" I think I said this XD.
"Now...Is...Not...The time..." Was the fourth's reply, let's call him John,

"IT'S NOT THAT BLOODY HARD JUST FLOOR IT!" Was the George's reply.

"STOP YELLING AT ME!" I cried out.

Eventually, after stalling the car while the zombies are clawing at our windows, we speed off down the road,

"*Beep*! I forgot to get some gum!" Ted cried out,

"Ted for the love of...Alright lets go..." I slowly reversed the car back into the fray and he quickly grabbed the gum and hopped back in. This time uneventfully we drove off...And that was the end of it.

*A Learner, is a stage of driving in Australia, where a 16 year old must sit a written test to obtain his/her "Learners" and Logbook, they must then record 100 hours of supervised driving with the speedometer before and after the session.


Yes we really do curse that much...Seriously.

[Maxodis]

Come to think of it, I had an odd, Crysis-and-Fallout3-induced dream recently myself...

It begins in a post-apocalyptic environment, in the ruins of a city that appears to have been nuked repeatedly. Everything is gray with dust, it is everywhere, but it does not ever settle. It swirls and cavorts in the sky, adding to the dim haze, creating insubstantial figures in the gloom. The sun is at it's peak, but there is little light to beheld out in the open. I am in an old apartment building, sitting in what was once the middle of a room, but is now the edge, as half of the building has fallen away. I sit boredly near the edge, picking at a loose piece of concrete that is chipping from the cracked floor. Behind me is a good friend of mine. We're both wearing nanosuits (Like those found in Crysis, though there is more armor plating to them). My friend is sitting on an unusually unscathed chair, cleaning a old-fashioned bolt-action rifle (It appears to be a Mosin-Nagant). For whatever reason, I have a tail, though covered in the suit's armor as it is, I cannot tell what it is like. I look out to the horizon and watch the ethereal shapes that form in the dust, remembering a time in the past. We're both silent.

At this point my perspective shifts to a third-person view.
I watch myself as I begin twiddling with a broken piece of cement that is lying at my feet. Without turning, I say: "So does it work?"

Without looking up from his work, my friend makes an affirmative grunt.

Looking back at him, I put on an exaggerated confused face, belatedly realizing it would not show through the visor of my suit. Still, I ask in a slightly slurred tone "Saywhua?".

My friend is unaffected by my actions. Pulling back the bolt, he peers into the exposed barrel. "It works."

I continue to stare at him for several minutes as he ignores me. Sighing a little, I turn back to face the landscape. I continue to mess with the fist-sized clump of cement at my feet. Several minutes pass, the silence only disturbed by the wind and the metallic rasping of the bolt as my friend inspects his weapon. Finally, I ask "So what are you going to do with it?"

Continuing to ignore me, my friend opens the bolt for possibly the 8th time and peers once more into the barrel. "I'm going to shoot something with it."

This time I turn full circle, sweeping up a small cloud of dust on the floor around me as I do so, a crazed smile on my face that I know he cannot see, but wear nonetheless. "Shoot what?"

Finally, he stops in his work and looks up at me. I do not need to be able to see though his visor to be able to tell that he is scowling at me. "I don't know, maybe myself if we don't find our way out of this city soon. Stop kicking up dust."

"Aww," I place a hand to my forehead and mime a swoon. "And here I thought you would take your mighty weapon," My other hand rises, as if presenting a grand building to a crowd. "And slay the dreaded dust," The hand on my forehead sweeps the ground kicking up more dust that is quickly blown away by the constant wind."Allowing mother nature to rise up and, as they used to say, 'do her thang' !" I then fall on my side, overcome by a fit of uncontrollable cackling. I try to finish my dramatic statement, but I have trouble controlling my laughter. "You would (hee hee)...you....you would be the (Ha ha) savior (heh heh)....of.....of (ha ha ha!, ha ha~!) the world!" I then give in, doubled over with laughter as I kick the ground and clench my sides. Needless to say a large amount of dust is up in the air by now, and I'm slowly starting to dissapear within it.

My friend quickly gets off his chair and moves to the other side of the room, cradling his gun to protect it from the dust.

Still laughing uncontrollably, I roll from side to side and forget where I am in relation to the edge. I roll off the edge and begin to fall, still laughing. Almost like a distant thought, I activate my suit's armor mode, which is bugged and instead of just becoming able to deflect bullets, also becomes rigid and stiff, freezing me in the position I am in when I activate it. I crash through several floors, finally coming to a stop in a pile of rubble at ground level, then finding myself buried by the rubble I loosened on the way down. It is dark, and my suit's oxygen tanks are full. I wait for my friend to dig me out.

Some indeterminable time later, I see light again. With it, I hear my friend on the outside, muttering a stream of curses that are too well defined to be put into words here. Glowing faintly (his suit is activated on strength enhancement, allowing him to be able to move the debris piled on me), my friend helps me out of the rubble as I deactivate my armor. I give a large stretch, popping joints that had begun to become stiff.

Still holding his weapon, my friend stands slightly off to my side and asks if I am alright.

Still stretching, I reply "Yeaaaaaah, I'm fine. Thanks for that.". I giggle slightly as I flex my shoulders, "Sorry about the dust.".

I can tell he is displeased again by his stance. He is about to turn around and begin the climb back up to that room when he freezes, looking down at an area behind me. He is deathly silent.

I look at him, feeling refreshed, but off balance. I assume I'm just light-headed. Seeing his uncharacteristic stillness, I ask him what was the matter.

He points at my lower back. "Your tail."

My hand goes to where my tail is, feeling for anomalies. I find nothing but a sharp pain at the base of my tail and a slick liquid that can only be my own blood. I try to look behind myself and find that my tail is missing. I look at my friend.

My friend looks at me. Several stunned seconds pass.

Coming out of shock first, my friend throws his arms into the air, yelling expletives as he turns around. Turning back to me, visibly shaken, he begins to freak out. "Your tail! Your -expletive expletive- tail broke off! -Expletive- man!"

I blink, surprised at his behavior. "What?" I ask.

This stops his agitated movements. He stares at me, then grabs my arm. "What!? What the -expletive- do you MEAN, WHAT!? You're exposed to radiation!"

I consider this for a moment, then grin. "Coo'."

Another period of stunned silence from my friend as his mind tries to decipher why I could be so carefree in a situation like this. "Why aren't you worried?"

"What happens when you're exposed to radiation?" I ask.

"I don't know, you grow things out of your body."

"Exactly!"

He stares at me, still not understanding.

I see this and begin to patiently explain. "I'm not bleeding enough to die of loss of blood, so I'll be fine in that respect. Plus, with the radiation, I'm bound to grow back another tail. Or two. Or five. Or maybe another arm. It just depends on how lucky I am."

He is still silent, though he released my arm. He stares at me for a long time, perhaps 10 minutes. Finally, he turns away from me and face-palms hard enough to crack his own visor.

Dream ends. I wake up, blink in surprise, then go and make some coffee.

[Rocky]

My dream involved several nazi zombies from Call of Duty 5... It was slightly, for me, creepy.

Here goes:

Me and my friend, Jim, are walking down the halls of our school. "D**n, man, I gotta go." He says to me, "Dude, we're still in school." I replied. "Maybe you are." He said. (Odd, I know) Then he sprinted down the corner and evaporated into black dust. I shrug and walk into the bathroom, wash off my face with a towel there, look in the mirror, and scream bloody mary. Behind me is a zombie with a knife. I turn around and lash out at its stomach, and my hand gets caught in its gut. I scream my a** off and charge outta there, and next thing I know, me and five other classmates are suited up for war. Me? I have a pistol at my hip, and a gatling gun attached to my shoulder, and my friends are suited up similarly. I explain to them about the zombie, and we trump back in there, and one of my mates shoots it in the head. We walk out, and to all our surprises, the walls are transformed into something of a cavern. A lair of vampires, or something. (If you've played a game where you can explore underworld or something, picture a dark dungeon.)

We shrug it off, and then, some guy dressed like the guy on the cover of Fallout 3 walks over to us and explains the problem. Ill cut it short for ya'll. Zombies invaded the school. We have two choices. Die without trying to get out, or run around unloading metal into these b**tards. Me and my friends pick option number two.

So, we reach in our pockets and pull out some black square with a red button in the middle, and whaddaya know! Its the trigger for the guns on our shoulders. So, we walk down the halls staying together, and all of a sudden, one of my pals drops to the ground and gets pulled down the hall. 2 guys go after him, leaving me, and two others to escape. My two pals are, lets say, John and Bill. "What in the name of hell was that?" John screams. "Shut up and lets get outta here." Bill snaps.

I, one for pistols, unstrap my gatling gun for some insane reason, and just pull out my pistol. So, we walk down the hall, see some zombie feasting on my pal, Jim's body, and I scream, "What the f**k?!" And, well... The zombie stops his feast, turns at me, and charges. I lift my pistol, pull the trigger, and the zombie falls dead. We walk by, and the Bill stomps on the zombies head, crushing it, and he gets a disease and starts writhing, so John unloads metal in him with the gatling gun. We both shrug it off and leave that hall and run for like the devil.......smack into more zombies. John screams his a** off and gets killed, and I start firing off shots. When Im done, Im missing part of my neck where I got bit, Im missing a finger, my gun is smoking at th barrel, and 15 dead zombies litter the ground around me.

Remember my two pals who ran off in hopes f finding that other dude? Well, they return, look at me, and one, an Andrew, shouts, "Motherfu**ER!" And shoots at me, but I, somehow, mount the ceiling and rip out his throt after landing on him, then the other one, a Mike, shoots himself in the head.

Now, the picture zooms in on my face which now has fangs and blood red eyes, and I start laughing. "F You" I say, then wake up, doused with sweat.

The End.

Oh, and By the Way, sometimes if Im pissed, I curse that much, but not really. In fact, I dont think I curse much... Hm... Is using d**n, sh*t, and a**, in about every two-three sentences, cursing much?

[Ashstripe]

Heh, video game dreams. I had one where I was in S.T.A.L.K.E.R : Clear Sky and no that acronym has nothing to do with what you think it does.

There's not much to say on that dream, other then I was in a costume like this guy; -link-. Similar garb, not quite so low on the hood.

And I was old again, probably about 30-40...That or I've aged horribly...My face is covered in stubble and dirt. I was walking through this big dry plain, a few boulders and rocks dot in between the waist thigh high grass, with a rifle...There's nothing but rocks and dry grass for miles.

Apparently I can feel what I'm thinking and seeing whilst in third person. I was running and now I'm on edge and tired. Apparently there are mutant boars closing in on me or something because then I crouch and look around all the while keeping my finger on the trigger, waiting for them. I hear their growling and grunting and that's the end of it.


That was a very cool dream Maxodis XD...A view of the distant future?

Haha no, you come no where near as much as we do here, Rocky. We tend to use much more harsher words in every sentence.