Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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Uh, nice. I need to have a dream that I remember soon. Perhaps alcohol will help!
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2009 Oct 10 at 14:10 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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I had a dream last night. Er... this morning.
I dreamed that I was sailing near a glacier with some people I know from school (but do not necessarily like!). We came to the shore and found a massive rock avalanche, large jagged boulders sweeping down the mountain-side. Buried underneath it was a Russian village, with the stereotypical design of traditional Russian architecture. The buildings were somehow still standing and undamaged even though rock was piled all around them. The thought never occurred to us that there might have been survivors.
Scaling the rocks, I found a statue of that one Hindu goddess with the hundred hands (I don't remember which she is). I didn't think much of it at the time and continued upwards. While the shore level was faintly cold and overlooking snowcapped mountains, as I got higher the climate became increasingly temperate, and eventually near tropical, though comfortable and not stifling. I and the others (there were others, but they never did anything so I'm not going to mention them anymore) finally reached a plateau where we looked outward at the bay. It seemed a little brighter now, but the weather there overall seemed about the same as ever.
I continued onward along a path, and the surrounding foliage quickly turned into a rainforest, not overgrown, but spongy soil and surrounded by mosses and trees, both standing and fallen. There were others following the path too, several before and after me, and a series of switchbacks, north and south, as we continued to head upward. finally the northward path opened up into a granite path that had been eroded through the cliffside.
I followed it around and came to a small encampment, with a fence made of bamboo and several water collecting contraptions made of the same. The camp was operated by a troupe of what appeared to be Buddhist nuns, with shaven heads and dressed in maroon robes. The leader, a caucasian girl with glasses came out to greet me. She was not surprised to see me, but not entirely unwelcoming either, rather, she seemed strained, as though her responsibilities were recently becoming too much for her. She offered me tea and we sat by a small pool and talked at length. I remember nothing of our conversation.
I don't know, it might've been Shambala or something.
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2009 Oct 10 at 18:42 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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I reckon the many-handed one was Kali. I think.
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2009 Oct 10 at 19:35 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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Kali or Durga, probably. They usually only have between four and ten hands. This one clearly had rows and tows of hands completely encircling her.
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2009 Oct 10 at 20:23 UTC
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Down Rodeo
Cap'n Moth of the Firehouse
2007 Oct 19 • 5486
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NatureJay said: I had a dream last night.
And it looked just like a dream...
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2009 Oct 10 at 20:51 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5050
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What's with all the boat dreams?
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2009 Oct 11 at 05:25 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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The boat part of the dream lasted no amount of time. I would not consider it to be a boat dream.
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2009 Oct 11 at 14:59 UTC
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I once had a goat dream about a goat.
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2009 Oct 11 at 15:24 UTC
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Sloth said: I once had a goat dream about a goat.
What were you doing to the goat?
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2009 Oct 11 at 17:09 UTC
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Well, that's not the question! The question is; what did the goat do to me!
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2009 Oct 11 at 20:56 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5050
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Are you sure the boat wasn't important? Are you sure it wasn't a vestigial memory of your Boatdad?
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2009 Oct 12 at 00:27 UTC
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Sloth said: Well, that's not the question! The question is; what did the goat do to me!
So what did the goat do to you?
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2009 Oct 12 at 00:57 UTC
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Well i do not want to talk about it...
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2009 Oct 12 at 11:03 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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aaronjer said: Are you sure the boat wasn't important? Are you sure it wasn't a vestigial memory of your Boatdad?
I can assure you it had nothing to do with my Boatdad. I'm not even certain what kind of boat it was. It may have been a schooner. At any rate, I don't even remember getting off of it, I was just on the shore.
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2009 Oct 12 at 15:02 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5050
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Okay, I finally had a dream that contained SuperJer and yet we were not trying to kill each other. SuperJer had both acquired or constructed (I'm not sure) a pair of very special watches. When you tapped the face of the watch with your wrist time would stop for everything but you and anyone else wearing or touching one of these watches. The effect wore off after precisely 433 combined exhalations of anyone not frozen. It could also be cancelled prematurely by tapping the face of a watch again, it could also be immediately restarted after the effect wore off in any case.
SuperJer and I were working on fixing certain anomalies produced by using the watches. Occasionally reality would shift upon freezing time. It was usually very minor, something like the color of a car or someone's hair style would change. The effects were usually centered around the person that activated the effect. Essentially I was out in the world doing stuff that might cause me to want to freeze time, and SuperJer was in a lab somewhere that was designed to be unaffected by any reality shifts. The watches also had a two-way communicator built in, so even if reality was badly altered we could still talk. I would report to SuperJer the alterations, and he would do... something... that changed them back. The changes would be permanent if time was restarted before they were fixed. This was all supposedly being done to perfect the watches so that they would cause no anomalies.
The first place I found myself in the dream (and with all the knowledge I stated in the previous two paragraphs) was in the office of a supermarket run by Marina Sirtis and Patrick Stewart. Guess which show I've been watching recently? An organized crime syndicate of some sort was attempting to collect protection money, and the managers were refusing to pay. I waited until the gangster pulled a handgun on them until I froze time. I replaced the handgun with a stapler and placed the weapon into Mr. Stewart's hand. I then began my search for anomalies. After searching the room and nearly giving up, I looked at my feet and discovered they were inside cowboy boots. This was definitely not right. I contacted SuperJer and had him do... something... and my feet found themselves protected by dress shoes once again. I went downstairs into the public area of the building before unfreezing time, and let the situation upstairs resolve itself.
In one of the aisles I found a young woman moving crates of water bottles off a palette. I decided to freeze time, build a pyramid out of the crates and place her on top of it. After a very short search I discovered the name of the Supermarket had changed from "Howard's" to "Closely Suggest". After SuperJer fixed the problem I headed outside and unfroze time.
Several people noticed my sudden appearance, but they all went on their ways without needing placation. While outside I saw that someone had apparently broken into my truck and was driving away in it. I froze time and felt very sick for a moment and my vision shifted, but I wanted to deal with the crook first before figuring out what was wrong. I dragged him out of the truck, slashed his Achilles tendons, stuffed him into a grocery cart and placed him at the top of a hill where he would most likely proceed to roll to critical injury or death. My search for anomalies ended when I once again looked at myself and discovered I was now a woman. I communicated my grievances to SuperJer who responded with a feminine voice that he was having the same problem and had already begun working on it. I waited for several minutes and nothing changed. SuperJer said it was much harder to fix because he could no longer type correctly with different fingers and he couldn't easily reach a great deal of necessary equipment due to his new height. We eventually ended up with less than 50 breaths remaining, and instead of conserving our time and breathing deeply I just yelled, "FIX IT! FIX IT! FIX IT!" over the communicator. SuperJer informed me that there was not enough time to fix the problem with his useless girl extremities. He instead had to use some kind of emergency reset switch, the ramifications of which we knew nothing about as it was untested.
I suddenly found myself on a road just outside of a medieval fantasy city. There were peasants and such moving their goods in and out of a large gate, and a short elven woman in plate mail eying me suspiciously. All of this wasn't nearly fascinating enough to keep me from immediately checking my gender. I was safely back with my testosterone and I communicated my joy to SuperJer. His entire lab had apparently come into this new realm with us, and he was working of fixing the problem. SoopyJams nervously reported to me that there was some kind of electrical build-up around the lab and that he believed it would result in a massive explosion. It would cause no damage to the lab, but everything for a couple miles would be disintegrated. After a short discussion it became obvious that the lab had haphazardly stuffed itself into a building in the city on arrival.
There was a blinding flash, bright enough to disorient me completely for a few seconds. I heard SuperJer yelling something over the communicator. After I collected my senses I saw that the explosion had occured, or was still occuring, and that SuperJer had frozen time to prevent it from atomizing me. A visible wall of distortion was only a few feet away from my position and everything behind it was in various states of turning to dust. SuperJer put himself into a temporary coma to slow his breathing as much as possible, so I had somewhere around 300 breaths to make it out of range of the catastrophe. I very impulsively decided to pick up the suspicious elf and take her with me. She was not heavy even in armor, as nothing was heavy when time was frozen. I made my way as hastily as I dared, I needed to conserve my breath but I didn't even know how far I had to go to be out of range of the disintegration. I eventually found myself at a crossroads, and I had to be down to only a few breaths remaining. Ahead of me the path quickly fell into disrepair, to my right it headed up into some mountains and to the left it turned into a bridge that appeared to cross over a gap in the earth that extended for well over a mile. A battle between a group of men-at-arms and wolf-riding goblins had been frozen only a few feet away from the bridge. I assumed "goblins bad" and impaled them all on their own weapons while time was frozen.
Time unfroze itself due to breaths exhaled, and everyone was almost immediately knocked flat by a shock wave. The disintegration sphere had stopped a few hundred feet away, and left a perfectly flat gray desert where the city and it's surroundings had been. The men-at-arms were busy with their sudden victory, and the elven woman was eying me much more suspiciously now. She was also on top of me, as I had forgotten to put her down before time unfroze and she had gained a lot of weight in the last few seconds. Another group of wolf-riding goblins attacked and after something I don't particularly remember very well happened the elf and I found ourselves trying to outrun a massive brushfire. With flame licking our heels we leapt into a small lake, and with a great deal of effort on my part, got us both to a flat-topped boulder protruding from the water. I say it was on my part as the woman clearly didn't know how to swim, and couldn't anyway as she was still wearing plate mail. On top of the boulder we inexplicably began to take a shot at procreation. Before we could finish, SuperJer announced that he had fixed the problem and that everything would be back to normal in a few seconds.
I didn't have time to protest. I found myself a saddle without a straddler in an elevator full of people. I was, however, behind them... and I had time to pull my pants up before anyone noticed. The elevator opened and SuperJer was waiting for me. We were heading to our friend MikeJer's apartment to let him know we had fixed our recent watch anomalies. Apparently he was in on the project as well? He opened the door and we saw that he was very cross with us. He was also conspicuously female. SuperJer and I yelled, "Oh no!" and then I woke up.
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2009 Oct 22 at 03:55 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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That ending is pretty special.
It seemed like you tried really hard this time to not have fantasy things in your dream but your subconscious fucked up at the last minute. also, why is it that when you have powers they usually have extreme consequences?
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2009 Oct 22 at 04:02 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5050
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I have lots of dreams without fantasy elements. They're just not really interesting enough to write down most of the time. And I didn't have any powers that time, I just had a badass watch. Anyway... I don't know, are there always consequences in the ones I write here?
As I said, I do commonly have dreams that aren't very interesting so I don't write them down. In the case that I have a dream where I have magic powers with no draw-backs and I fly around blowing up people I don't like and fucking every girl in sight it's really only interesting to me. Unless you want to hear about my pointless subconscious violent and sexual escapades?
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2009 Oct 22 at 04:28 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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No, I don't actually. But getting back to the powers, it seems like when you have the dreams where you have some sort of magical power it's rotting you, or provoking something incredibly evil, or inadvertently screwing with the surroundings, or just pissing people around you off. I don't know that it would be quite the same otherwise, but it does seem like a recurring motif.
Your mom's a recurring motif.
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2009 Oct 22 at 06:06 UTC
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Sloth said: Well i do not want to talk about it...
CMON SLOTH WE UNDERSTAND , no really i want to know..
melloyellow582 said: I post sometimes, to make a point.
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2009 Oct 24 at 19:13 UTC
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I had already placed the dot!
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2009 Oct 25 at 09:56 UTC
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NatureJay
SJA: Commander of Ruthless Abuse
2005 Mar 23 • 1871
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Sloth said: I had already placed the dot!
And that's when the sodomy began...
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2009 Oct 25 at 15:47 UTC
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2009 Oct 26 at 14:04 UTC
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ok i got one thats kinda stupid
i was watching paranorml atitiveys on you tube trailer and i was like ehh and i walked away then the day after...(last night) i had a dream...
i was at a mall in my town and for some reason there was no bodey around and all my frends where the venders and homelesspeopel. so me,corey,spencer where walking arund and then i saw the shadoes moove around us then i watched them form up on the wall.... there was a big piller that caused the shado. and then i saw this hot chick next to a purfume counter and i walked over there to get some and some how i was VEREY SMOOTH and got her to her house.
the next part i was in bed with here but she just went to sleep and i was in bed with her ... doing nothing and i saw this guy on a bed down staires he was playing with a brush with the other end throwing it on the coutch and peting it with his teeth....eating the ac's air blowing outa it... kicking pantings...runing around.
awake ftw
I drink to forget but I always remember.
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2009 Oct 26 at 16:52 UTC
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And the chicken chuckled on the wings.. And so on...
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2009 Oct 26 at 19:42 UTC
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aaronjer
*****'n Admin
2005 Mar 21 • 5050
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It sounds as though your desire for bitches ran into a roadblock when your subconscious couldn't come up with anything to do with them. I used to have that problem a long time ago.
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2009 Oct 26 at 22:41 UTC
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