Your Favorite Dream.

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Believe it or not I have a favorite dream. Or shall I say favorite dreams believe it or not.
In my favorite dream I was at school in my art class. When this girl came upon me and her face turned that of a rat.
She pulled out a needle as long as a sword and was about to kill me with it.
The dream wasn't clear but she ended up dead.
My friends and I ran to the gym locker room. Only to find these gnome-ish figures horribly smelling up the entire place.
They were small,pale and wore tunics with no hair. They were rummaging threw people's stuff. I ran up and punched one, to find my hand swollen.
You ask me why this is my favorite dream, it is the dream that inspired my incomplete book.
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I have dreams that inspire stories all the time! Actually a novel I'm semi-planning right now was inspired by a dream, but I don't remember much of the actual dream other than that it involved vampires somehow :P But I guess you could consider that one my favorite dream...if i ever get around to writing this story, it will be pretty darn epic.
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I barely ever dream, But when I do they're always either really freaky mini-nightmares or really, really awesome. My favourite was probably when I dreamed me and my friends were all vampires and some of us had special powers. I had the power to change the colour of things by touching them and my friennd, Naovi, kept asking me to change the colour of her necklace (random or what). Unfortunately most of my dreams, even the good ones, end with me dying. Usualy by being run over or falling to my death :?
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I like your dream, Card. xD I wouldn't mind reading some of your novel!

I have a couple that I always wish I could dream about. One of them involved my dad working in a government agency, and one day, he told my mom he was hiding $200mil in the house. And later, some guy came up at the door to steal the money, only to have picked up an empty case. It sounds James Bondy, but it's cool. xD I may consider writing a short story of it or something. Dreams are always good for short stories!

Another dream inspired a novella I started writing. There was a pirate ship, but you had to.. audition, I guess? to get in the crew. So at that moment, there were six or seven girls lined up, the perspective being from one of those girls. The captain and first mate were supervising. Each girl pulled a card out of a hat labelled something like, "6 car toys" or "8 doll shoes". Each person was supposed to search for the number of items identified on the card. Each round was like this, knocking off one girl at a time (by knocking off, I mean the captain stabbing them in the gut with their sword, so I got to see this graphic image a couple times). The final round was one girl and me/the girl whose perspective I was watching. Unfortunately, I lost this round. The captain muttered, "I'm sorry," looked as if she expected more out of me, and stabbed me. My gut churned and I woke up. xD It was an awesome dream.

I've had others, but those two were probably the coolest I've had that I remember.
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The one where I fall into a random hole in the middle of nowhere at the most awkward time only to awaken with a jolt.
I always laugh at myself after I have that dream. It's constant and weird >.<
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Don't have any. They all involve the macrabe; dark, creepy or just beyond weird.
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When I attended Taylor Swift's Fearless concert tour and had the chance to have a handshake with her... until I woke up of course. *sighs*
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I have crazy dreams. I don't think I could make any of them into a story because they would make very little sense.

There was this one where I was investigating this house, and I was sure the owner was up to something suspicious, so I was snooping around the closed of corridors, but they just had wet paint. And then the evil house owner lady's minions found me, and this old woman started chasing me down the stairs to the great hall. I was jumping over the banisters to try and escape from her, but the woman was the living embodiment of disinfectant, so she could evaporate and revaporate in front of me (it was actually really scary!). And then I was in the great hall and they minions cornered me and grabbed my arms and said, "We're taking you to the prison planet!" and then I woke up.

And there was this other one where I was in a wood as part of this choir, which was run by an evil chiormistress, and she gave special make-up to half the choir (but not me), which made you look really nice, but then after it wore off your face started burning and you had to put more on, and eventually your face fell off and you turned into a zombie. Then me and some of my friends were being chased through the city centre on bicycles, then we went into the theatre and the evil choirmistress told me and my friends to go polish the snooker cues (which does kind of make sense because they hold the world snooker championships in this theatre), but then the security guards made us go up and watch the play. Half of the way through the make-up zombies burst onto the stage and it was a bloodbath. Then suddenly I was in the school library with the evil choirmistress, and she pointed her finger at a sheet of plexiglass, and it cracked, then she framed me for cracking the plexiglass and chased me round the library, then she grabbed me and I woke up.

And there are so many more I've had too... There was the one about the evil theme park creator and the alien invasion, and the one with the smoking chair, and the one with the floating crab community and the yellow sky... I love my dreams even though they terrify me. I actually want to write a story about the make-up zombies now. :smt003




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My favorite dream has to be one of these two:

I was in my backyard which had an ocean in it. Then I hear this song: Bubblegum, bubblegum, bubblegum for me! and then suddenly appeared these random furry red guys chewing bubblegum. They wanted me to be their queen, so I bought them bubblegum and so I gave them the bubblegum and they let me stay.

Another one is one I have at least once a year. I am traveling through time, and every time I redream this dream its a new place, the most recent one was ancient Greece. I can't remember what we did there, but suddenly we were transported to the Jurassic period and a T-Rex chased us towards the time portal door. Its ALWAYS a T-rex chases us before the dream ends...its so weird.
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I'll take this piece of you,
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For just one second I felt whole... as you flew right through me.


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my friends have already nominated me for weird dream award.
my dreams are beyond crazy

once i had a dream i was a boy ( well actually i hardly see myself in my dreams , their always about other people )
well anyway i crept into this old scary house and saw this box and when i opened it. i was in a room with a 3 headed monster with glasses and a pipe . he told me ( or the boy) that i had traveled forward in time to learn some stuff (not exactly sure what) because the world had ended and i had to go back in time to save it. i looked outside and there was sand everywhere.............so i ended up going back in time and sealing up these holes that were spewing this weird gunk that was going to kill everyone.............. i know weird right?
Alex: I didn't set fire to the building.

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Alex: That put the fire out!



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