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Post cool dreams you had!


A story with zombies
This was quite a long time ago, so I don't remember everything
But here goes

I wake up, any normal morning, but something is off.
I go to a weird school that Ive never seen before, but apparently it is my school
While going in, I see the rest of my friends.
We talk about games for a while, until one of my friends leans against his locker.
Then a corpse falls out.
My friend freaks out, and we also notice that no one is in the hallway.
We go into a room to find some teacher slumped on his desk.
My friend pokes him and he lifts his head up. His decaying head.
He grabs my friend and tries to bite him, but I quickly scream and take an apple sitting on his desk to bash his head.
After letting go we start running out of the school, while I quickly try to get something to use as a weapon for us.
We run outside, I made us yard sticks taped to knives. We ran out the corner, when three zombies jumped out. I ran
into them and impaled them with my knife, and rammed them into a wall.
My friend named Joel sliced the zombie attacking him's head off, and my other friend Morgan kicked the last zombie and smashed the yard stick down on its head.
We start running, until I get into a car with my two friends. We drive to my moms house and meet up with my other friends.
We all take things from my moms house. Swords hanging on the walls, rulers, even pepper spray. Zombies started crawling out the window, but my friend Lucy stabbed them with the sword, sending them falling down to the ground. When they came in from all sides, we started fighting back, and after a long fight they were all dead. I backed away from the door. Into the window. One last zombie grabbed me and- I woke up.


Stroke my face
This one is really short
I wake up in a white room.
There is a 2D man with little eyes and a weird mouth shape.
He then puts his hands on his face and says
"Stroke my face"
I backed away, and a shadow demon thing came and said "Ok"
Then it stroked his face, along with ripping a bunch of skin off with its claws.
« Last Edit: March 09, 2013, 02:31:28 PM by Legoboss »




When i was little i had a dream about being on a plane and then rabid sesame street weirdos ate my parents.
...I was forgeted up.

When i was little i had a dream about being on a plane and then rabid sesame street weirdos ate my parents.
...I was forgeted up.
Oh god.

I once had a dream 13 years ago where I blinked and I teleported somewhere else. I still don't know whether this was a dream, or if it was real.

Or I just didn't wake up yet.
What if life isn't reality?

I had a dream where I was in a Mario-like world, and there was this game charactershe was the foxx from the sly cooper games that i had a little crush on at the time trapped behind bars, so I and some random person go out and we find one of those mushroom guys who gave us the key, when i returned to the cell made up of those blocks from Mario, the dream ended.
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I once had a dream 13 years ago where I blinked and I teleported somewhere else. I still don't know whether this was a dream, or if it was real.

Or I just didn't wake up yet.
What if life isn't reality?
Haha
Thanks for making my brain hurt.

New School
It started with me arriving at this stone building I have never seen in my entire life. Then I went inside and it was a school. Someone showed me and my dad to a classroom and it was a bunch of 4th graders doing complex calculus. The teacher came up to me and asked me if I would like to help teach. I responded with no thank you and walked out of the room. My dad grabbed my shoulder turned me around and asked, "So, what do you think?" I responded, "It's nice, but it seems like a bit more work." He nodded while rubbing his scurfy beard, and said. "Yes or No?" I started sweating. A lot. Infact, in less than 10 seconds I was nearly drenched in my own sweat. I said, "Sure why not?" Then it all goes black and it comes back, it is early in the day and I'm getting on the strangest looking bus. It is red with yellow streaks on it. I walk on and the bus driver is smoking pot. I try to find a seat but every row is almost labeled by who is sitting in it. First was the popular slut girls, then was the jocks, then was the gothic people, then the monstrous looking nerds. Then it was empty. I sat in the back, thinking it would be ok. I sit in the very back and all the sudden everyone just starts staring at me. So of course my first instinct is to ignore them. Then I noticed even the bus driver was staring at me and shaking his head in a disproving way. But I ignore them and listen to my music until he drops me off at school which for some reason is now next door to my house. I get to school and the bell instantly rings and everyone sprints to their classes. I am looking around not knowing where to go. I go to the front desk and a guy with like 9,000 tattoos was standing behind the desk with a pistol in his hand, so I just walk backwards then sprint down the hallway. at the end of the hallway I bump into deadmau5. Then he starts beating the living stuff out of me. Literally, I am getting beat down by deadmau5. Then the guy who was behind the desk shoots him in the head, and his head just loving explodes. Nearly crying, I sprint up the marble stairs that is just infront of me and I go into the nearest classroom. Inside I find chairs, desks, everything you would find normally on a classroom on the ceiling, with children and adults hanging from them. Blood is dripping down from them and I try to run outside but when I try to open the door, through the foggy glass window, I see a headless deadmau5. All the sudden I feel like my foot is being pulled upwards, and before I know it I am hanging onto the door knob for dear life. I hear a gunshot and I drop. Along with the loving other bodies which berried ontop of me. I open the door and crawl out. The bus driver is standing behind the man from the front desk with a knife who was helping me get up. I yell "DUCK!" But I was too late, and the man's body fell on me. Then I felt searing pain in my calf, it was the worst pain any human being could ever feel, I was yelling and crying and everything that could come out of a human being was coming out. Then it stopped. I pushed the body over off my head and looked down. The bus driver slit into my leg the number 13. The bell rang and the kids came out of the class room and started just flooding out of the school. I limped down, and just barely got out alive before the doors slammed shut and sprinklers came on. I sat there and watched for a minute as the entire school was flooded with water. Then I crawled onto the bus, light headed from all the blood that I had lost. The bus driver was looking at me as I crawled on the bus, along with everyone else. I crawl back to the back seat again and look up, and I see the number 13. I instantly scream ontop of my lungs, because when I look down, all the kids on the bus are coming at me with knives. Then I woke up, it was the scariest stuff ever guys.

And that was my dream last night.

so uh
why is this in creativity, exactly?

New School
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And that was my dream last night.
wow, i only read barely half of it and it sounds like you were lucid dreaming or something

so uh
why is this in creativity, exactly?
People are creative in their dreams

wow, i only read barely half of it and it sounds like you were lucid dreaming or something
I wasn't, though I do alot.
I would rather not share those dreams.

so uh
why is this in creativity, exactly?
dreaming is only limited by your imagination