Because we ALL have crazy dreams sometimes...

[LilChibiusa]

I think you just miss me, and can't wait to go to another anime con with me. xd rofl That is a pretty cool dream though. I would love to have a big room. blaugh I've actually had a few convention dreams myself. I've also had my share of Gaia dreams too, and I've even had a pokemon dream recently. I need to start writing them down again. I've had some fun ones and some weird ones recently.  

[LilChibiusa]

Mademoiselle Alvinette

I don't think you want your house to be haunted, though! Seriously, that part was incredibly creepy.

And yes, I do want to go to another anime con with you sometime, provided that there are places for me to sit down and knit for a while. I fulfill my daily "crowd quota" pretty quickly, and then I just want to sit down someplace quiet and recharge my batteries. Oh, and yeah, I definitely want to make some Lolita outfits to wear too! I'm actually hoping I can somehow miraculously to afford the fabric for a Lolita dress to make for Easter, and for a petticoat to go with all my full skirts. I don't think it's going to happen, though. blaugh

I've definitely had my fill of having a haunted dorm room, so I don't want my house to be haunted too. xp

Who knows? You might luck up and get a job. Hopefully, the same will happen to me. Then, we can order those cool outfits from the internet! xd  

[LilChibiusa]

Mademoiselle Alvinette

I dunno; I think I'll have to make mine. They don't really make a lot of Lolita clothes for bigger sizes, plus my figure is kind of hard to fit. I want to make stuff to fit my measurements so it will look really good!

I know of some places where you can custom order costumes to fit any shape and body size. It costs about $7 more to have the fit customized, but it's worth it. And, if you're worried about it not fitting, submit slightly larger sizes than your own. It's easier to take in an outfit than to have to make it bigger.  

[LilChibiusa]

I had a really strange dream last night, but it's not completely coherent. I'll try my best to at least get everything in correct chronological order.

I was at some type of camp where the others were being mean to me, and a big storm with tornadoes was coming. I remember taking the time to bury a bowl of rice that I had been eating and cover it with a glass jar so it wouldn't get messed up when the floods came. I ran back to my apartment (where I lived before moving seven years ago), and I was going to try to put my cat in her carrier so I could take her to the first floor (I lived on the second) for safety. When I picked up the carrier, there were two mean cats inside fighting with each other. I tried to take one out, but it hurt me, so I didn't bother with the carrier. Somehow, my cat kind of dissapeared from my dream, and there was a huge flood. Then, somehow I ended up somewhere else, and my big sister (I don't have one irl) was the crowned princess. For some reason, I couldn't remember her name. She was a very sweet and loving sister, and I think we had fun together for a little while. In my dream, I woke up the next morning still being a princess, but my sister was gone and they were telling me that she was dead. I tried my best to find her, and somehow I ended up looking in the back area of a theatre stage. Then, somehow I ran into Jackie Chan, and he was going to take me out to lunch to help me grieve. We had lunch, and then he wanted food again two hours later. I thought that was weird, so I kept going. I found this person playing a video game, and then for some odd reason the girl playing asked me to translate a message in binary on the screen. I knew precious little binary without a converter, so I wasn't really able to help. But, somehow I ended up in the game. I started out as a space game, but it became a race to get away from this giant bolder rolling down a hill. I safely made it to a cave at the bottom, and then there was this weird concert part of my dream that somehow combined the doozers from Fraggle Rock and the Winslow family from Family Matters. I'm certain that Erkle and Laura were there anyway. Then, somehow I ended up in the Welfare Line with this lady who would put on a thin mask that was supposed to be her face with makeup. I was digging through boxes of junk with her, but I only remember finding a pair of tacky sunglasses from the 80s. That's when I woke up. I watched a medical drama before going to bed, but I don't think that really influenced my dream at all. sweatdrop  

[LilChibiusa]

No, it was some character completely of my mind's invention. Actually, she kind of resembled Princess Zelda now that I think about it. rofl

Let's see, yesterday I had grilled catfish and hash browns for supper. I also ate some ice-cream while watching Scrubs, but that was at least three hours before I went to bed. confused  

[LilChibiusa]

I had a fun dream last night that actually has a pretty good plot.

I'm not sure how it happened, but I was unfairly accused of stealing a rich man's watch, and I was sent to jail. When I got there, there was a small room set up where you could choose a couple personal effects for yourself. I chose to get a purple shawl to keep me warm in the cold prison, and a tiny tree for me to take care of. My mom was there with me at that point, and I was crying because I was going to be locked away for five years, and because I felt so incredibly useless to everyone because of it. I guess my mom left because that was the last I saw of her. At that point in the dream, the prison had grey cement walls, iron bars, and a nasty chill like what you would find in the 40s. For some reason, all the women at the jail went on some type of excursion on a bus resembling an old school bus. I think the others were going to some type of dance, but I ran to where my church was and started telling everyone what happened, and I pleaded for someone to help me. Apparently, from what I told them, this was the second time I had been arrested on false charges, and I had been released before. When I was telling them what happened, I was actually reading everything aloud out of a book that seemed to be written in the early 1800s. They told me that they that would do what they could, but that I had better get back on the bus to avoid getting in bigger trouble. When I got back to the prison, I was taken to my cell, but it looked more like a really cramped and ugly dorm room. There were supposed to be three women sharing that room, and one of them had to sleep in the shower. I remember trying to carefully get a shower while one woman slept at the back of the shower. Later on, I found out that all of the women were trying to woo the prison guards in hopes of having one of them marry you and set you free, but I hated that idea. They kept going on about how I was sure to be able to catch one, when Dr. Who showed up in his blue phone booth out of nowhere, and said something about that world not being real. Then, the world was sucked into this thing resembling a pot, and he took me to this place that looked like a desert caravan on another planet, and told me that I would be happy there. I guess I was satisfied because I thought of that place as home in my dream.

So, what do you think of my dream? I've been wanting to watch Dr. Who, but I've never seen any episodes. But, it does kind of sound like it might work as an episode for something on the sci-fi channel. rofl  

[SeraphimDiablos]

Epic Post Time. Here's one I had two nights ago, copypasta'd entirely from my Facebook.

Nicholas Ritchie

Just had the craziest dream - about John Dies at the End, and about porn for some reason. I was sitting in my room bored out of my mind and I decided to go for a walk.

Everyone else in the house - Stephanie Figueras Smith, N'Lou Figueras, and Carl Douglas were still living with us - was doing their own thing in their bedrooms. Teresa Manzer Frazier and Nick Frazier were playing games of some kind out in the living room. They didn't like me leaving so much, but I went out on my own anyway. The streets outside of Undisclosed, as the town was called, were pretty gloomy. There was a kind of light fog after the ridiculously heavy rain we had earlier that afternoon, so the morning sun barely lit everything up. After a few minutes walk past a few houses and restaurants, I ended up at this unnamed live action porno theater with a staircase that spiraled down into the earth. No idea why.

You didn't need to pay to get in and I guess they didn't check my ID, so I just made my way down to the main room, which was this big crystal lake inside a cavern, with a river leading outside through a tunnel. I swam with my clothes into the lake, just relaxing and hoping not to run into anyone. I did, of course - two of the girls who were practicing the night's theater. They were nude, and not at all offended that I interrupted their show.

In fact, for some reason, after we talked for awhile they wanted me to join them. I declined about 6 times that night, but wished them luck and gave them a user ID for some FPS game I found out we both played - they were really nice, and intelligent, not at all how blondes are portrayed. After mysteriously drying off, I went through the theater into an internet cafe next door - there were pinball machines in the corners, and several rows of computers in the center. It was an overall small place, with outdated monitors, but the PCs themselves were really nice. There were several kids playing that FPS, yelling and being all crazy and s**t like they usually do on these things, so I sat down and logged into my game. It was basically like Modern Warfare 2 with super powers - a few people's melee weapons were axes, others set themselves on fire - much more awesome game than the original. I played about 3 games on some smaller maps, before I realized it was close to midnight and I made my way home, leaving my phone there.

I was, as always, frantic as hell when I got home and took my mother's phone to start calling myself, which immediately hung up after about 4 or 5 rings. Somehow, the person who had my phone was able to remotely hack my computer and my mouse started moving on its own to start downloading a program similar to Ventrillo, which was kind of pissing me off enough to disconnect my internet and start to erase all the Malware on my computer using Spybot: Search and Destroy. While that ran, I took another trip down to the porno theater around 3 AM - Mom and Nick were laying down together on the smallest couch we had, which doesn't make much sense since I could barely fit laying on there, let alone two people.

When I got to the theater, the show was already underway. There was a gratuitous amount of sex and other shows, some of them cartoon, etc. but I ignored ALL of it, and hunted for my phone. My friends who weren't working that show told me they hadn't seen it, and I went back into the game room hunting for it. Lo and behold, with just a small amount of damage to its case, there was my phone, sitting right next to someone's computer. I snatched it, gave the lady a hug, and went home.

Tired from walking all the way back to my house so many times, I crashed on my bed and turned on my Xbox to watch a movie I had rented. Somehow I accidentally ended up on Netflix, which was useless because we hadn't subscribed, yet for some reason it was online. At the end of the suggested titles list, there it was - John Dies at the End. I was so excited I nearly pee'd myself.

I watched about halfway through, which started out with "If you have heard this, it's too late - they're watching you. And the only way you'll know how to protect yourself is to listen to my story, front to back." It was downright hilarious at some parts, but then, after this scene where a portal exploded outright underwater and tossed David into oblivion, then back into this theater, it started getting weird. The story told me to pick up my controller and play the movie like it was a game - I was in first person view of David, and all I had were my fists and this fire poker I had for some reason. I went up this staircase, which was melting and turning gooey, and cut through this wall of disembodied penises blocking my way. My heart started beating terribly, and as I turned this shadowy corner, this legion of slugs started peeling off the walls, and these fat, partially melted men slid their way across a corner and slowly made their way towards me, their slimy arms reaching for me. It was if I was Dave himself - I about pissed my pants and ran around the corner into this kitchen, stabbing at slugs that came by. My eyes felt heavy, and I suddenly found myself falling asleep right then and there.

I startled myself awake (in my dream) and pulled off the covers - Matt Beilharz was there, in a corner in my room, watching JDATE, which for some reason had Mrs. Loudermilk from high school in it yelling at some kids. I asked, "When the hell did you get here?" And he said, "It's too late man, you already let them out." "Excuse me?" "This movie's awesome." We talked about stupid s**t for awhile, then made our way outside to the only place I really knew about - the porno theater. On our way, we started seeing things. There were slugs and men made entirely of shadow watching us from the side of the roads - that damned fog was still there, by the way - and old people were giving us strange looks. I pulled a lighter out of my pocket and struck it - holy s**t, the way that flame went from blue and following the laws of gravity to black and completely straight is indescribable. I told Matt about this and all he had to say was "The fire is cold." "What?" "It's cold." Sure enough, my hand caught with black fire, fire as cold as ice. I shook it off and we continued down the road.

As we got to the theater, there wasn't anyone else there, and it lead somewhere else. The stairs spiraled down slightly, but instead of a corkscrew shape, it went straight after a short descent, continuing down at a slow rate into the earth and into a lake. Of course, something like this that was different less than 24 hours prior really gave me the shivers, so Matt and I went down together, clothed for some reason, into the earth, and into the same lab that we saw in the movie, with the portal underwater. I started having trouble breathing - there was air down in that tunnel somehow - as I saw the same man standing on the side of the catwalk as was in the movie. He told me something along the lines of not letting me open the portal - I hadn't realized it but I had asked him to let me see. We pushed passed him anyhow, and the portal opened the exact same way it had in the movie - even having the courtesy to knock me down in the theater, with Matt nowhere to be found.

I'm losing memory of what happened afterwards - all I know is that I met up with Lina Inverse and Gourry Gabriev from the Slayers universe, who had also somehow ended up here without use of their magic and the Sword of Light, and we had to cut our way through the walls stuck together by slime nests, and made our way (in the opposite direction of the room with the shadow slugs) through that theater trying to find an escape.

I've lost the rest of it, but I have the juicy bits portrayed right here. And it's enough to creep me the hell out.

I'd LOVE to see someone analyze THAT. Although, I guess you probably could, considering how there's a lot of details that keep returning.  

[SeraphimDiablos]

LilChibiusa

I had a fun dream last night that actually has a pretty good plot...

Reminds me of... The Scary Door. xD  

[LilChibiusa]

That sounds like a pretty cool dream! I'm not sure exactly how to interpret it, but maybe you feel like there is something or someone irl that you need to protect, even if it is only emotionally. Maybe your character in your dream also reflects your true self. You like fashion, glamor, and dress-up, so maybe you have fears deep down somewhere that people think that you are shallow and ditzy or something. That's my best guess anyway.

Okay, here's one for you! It was a really disturbing dream, but don't worry, there wasn't murder or anything.

In my dream, Malomy and I had just done something in some gym. I think we were practicing some sport, but I don't know which one it was. We went into the locker rooms to shower afterwards. She got in her shower, and I got in mine. I was washing my hair when all of the sudden, the shower curtain was ripped open by these two thugs, and they were being perverted and commenting on my boobs. I freaked out, and tried to get the shower curtain fixed back, but the rod was broken. As I was trying to get it re-attached, I noticed that the background changed from a wall of showers in front of me to being inside my local mall (and it was super crowded in my dream). I was scrambling, trying to stay covered without people seeing me, but they were pointing and laughing. I don't know what happened to Malomy in my dream, but I woke up before anything could be resolved.