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Okay here's how it works. You post your dream from the previous night and if you didn't dream that night...just post I didn't have a dream. I'll start off first.

We got a rabbit, and we put in some sort of tall cage or something and the rabbit didn't like it. Then the rabbit got these red eyes and it scared the sh*t out of me. Then the nest day we left the rabbit along in its own cage to see if it would be alright. Then my dad said we're gonna take this rabbit back to the pet store. He told me to get it but I was too scared. So he went and got it and his eye were back to normal. But then my dad said if its taken out of its cage it will be evil again...so he did and put it on my leg then its eyes turned red again. Then I woke up.

I dreamed one of my friends dads started to try to seduce me. Some creepy sh*t goes on in my head.

I dreamt that my friend, Brad, was selling pot out of my garage. Very random.

Umm I had two really 'wierd' dreams last night. One of them was in some kind of maze, where I was being chased around by two lads I know from class. I can't remember the other one though. ><;; (I told people about it this morning, but now I can't remember it at all.)

Considering the amount of hours of sleep I got last night (3), my dream was actually pretty long. Here's the story to it all.

I'd just gotten out of hospital after being in some kind of car accident and I notice that the sky is all purple, red and black and most buildings in my town and pretty much the whole country are bordered up, destroyed or simply falling apart. I soon learn from one of my friends that while I was in hospital, America had declared war on Britain for some odd reason. But to make matters worse, the whole South part of England (Yorkshire downwards) had been blown to bits and didn't exist anymore. America had bombed Britain so much that the British land had been completely destroyed. And I saw it for myself, as one of the maps I was given had a picture of a half-Britain plus a picture of America having a huge chunk taken out of it since Britain had also bombed America back. But how the land had been completely destroyed and erased for good is confusing though.

Because of this, I decided to join the army and I was immediately sent on a squad mission out into Mexico where British and American troops were fighting. Austrailia, Canada, Germany, Russia and Ireland were on Britain's side whereas America had the whole of Africa and South America on their side. The last thing I remember from my dream was getting shot in the leg and someone coming up to me saying that no one likes me (as a person and not as a Brit); at which point I shot that person back and then my dream ended.

Why and how I dreamt about all that I do not know but dreams sometimes DO CONFUSE ME.

I had the strangest, freakiest dream I've had in the longest time the other night. I dreamt that I was dead, and was basically "walking the earth" as a ghost. I thought it was pretty cool at first, because I could walk through walls, dive through floors, and spy on people. I also found that there were other ghosts that I could interact with (one of which was Kirstie Ally oddly enough), but panic/paranoia set in when I realized that I couldn't touch or interact with objects in the "real world". The next thing I knew, I was being chased by some sort of being/monster/thing that was going to torment me or something, and I was trying to get away from it in some sort of office building. I was running through walls across into courtyards, and hiding in bathrooms (of all places). Then I found myself in a courtyard with a fountain, and some guy handed some sort of little flat plaster Hello Kitty-like figure that held a Compact Flash card that I had to try and get to another guy in a computer lab. I remember thinking, "Hey, I can touch this thing!" "Yeah, now look, you have to get this thing inside the building, and get (unintelligable name) to play this MP3 file over the loudspeakers to snap everyone out of this trance." he said. I looked around, and there were people walking around like zombies in all of those bad 50's and 60's movies. With the little figure balanced in the palm of my hand, I made my way to some big glass doors, and walked half way through them (literally through the glass) and my hand got caught because the figure wouldn't pass through the glass. I had to lay it on the ground and push it between the panes where the door hinged. I turned and entered some sort of atrium, then I found myself in a dingy basement-like corridor. I kept on walking down it, and wound up in a filthy, old abandoned looking bathroom that was the size of a small gym. No, actually, it was like the shower/locker room of high school, but without the lockers. It had sinks, showers, and commode stalls. For some reason I knew I had to go to the last stall, and I'd find a way to get into a secret room or something, but once I got there, I couldn't find it, and then I was trapped in that bathroom. I think that's about the time I woke up. I do remember turning over, falling asleep again, and dreaming of the building again, but as soon as I saw where I was, I woke up again.

That's the end of that one. I have another one that I wrote about a year ago, but I'll post that another time.

This isn't a dream I had last night, I had it when I was around 7 years old (I'm now 15 almost 16) and I still remember it, but it's slowly fading.

The court where I live was being taken over by terrorists, who for some reason all had massive feet. But if you were spotted by them alone they would try to capture you, if you were with someone they would just ignore you. So I was walking around with my dad for a while because, of course, I didn't want to be captured. And eventually he had to leave. So I went to see my friend Lucas who was in some kind of cabin in the middle of a very small pond. When I went in to see him he was wearing a fancy tuxedo with a top hat, and he spoke with a British accent. He started giving me weapons to fight the "big feet people" (which is what everyone called them) with. After that the dream sort of ended...I think. (like I said it's fading away from me)

Oh, and one time, I was staying with my Aunt in her trailer, and the bedroom I was in was right off of the TV/dining room, she was watching Good Morning San Antonio (or whatever it's called), and that comercial for Estroven or something came on. They played that song "There She Goes", and I can't think of the name of who did it, but anyway I was coming out of sleep, and in my dream, I was in the first row of a theater, and on stage there was a girl in an flowery 1890's dress with a bonnet and everything. There was a woman on stage wearing a black dress with poofy sleeves, and the girl started singing (to the tune of there she goes) "Teacher I can't see..." and the woman replied (to the same tune), "Helen you are blind..." "Teacher I can't hear..." "Helen, you are deaf...". That was about the time I woke up laughing. I remember thinking, "Helen Keller as a Musical. Who the hell would ever do something like that." In my mind it played out like an SNL bit. Now, this was a year before I started watching South Park, and it was several years after "Helen Keller The Musical" aired. I never even knew it existed until I came here. A week later, they showed the ep. on UPN.

So last night, I dreamed that I had some sort of hair or thread stuck in the roof of my mouth. It was bugging the hell out of me, and I just couldn't grab it. When I finally did manage to get hold of the end of it and try to pull it out, I found that it was connected. It went down my throat, and was attached to something inside me. Every time I pulled on it, i'd choke. I did finally manage to get it "unhooked" and when it came out, it was about five feet long.

I also dreamed that the BBS crashed, and nall had to put the old template back up.

Seriously though, I recently dreampt I met Richard Dawkins, leader of athiests everywhere, and found he was campaigning to lead... the republican party on the back of his christian beliefs (!). Then I noticed the crazy poiny (GREEN) beard and discovered... this Huckabee like was the evil-universe version of Dicky D! It was then I realised I was an assasin sent by the league of genetically modified animals against spieciesist evangelists (?) and, whupping out my sack of science, I started throwint pure SCEINCE at the "evil" Dawkins until he broke, and thn god came down (in full playapus form) saying he congratulated me for saving the world... before I stabbed him in the heart with Dawkins hard as nails beard, drank His soul and became the new god. then I woke up and realised it wasn't a dream after all. I am the god of postwhores!!! But seriously, what a f*cked UP dream!

Been talking about KTS and his crazed athiest fanfics too much. that and watching too many of the Dawkinator's tapes in RE, too much Go God Go.

A long time ago (meaning a few weeks ago) I dreamnt that I was turned into an omega werewolf which was supposed to lead the werewolves in the future to victory over vampires humans and some other kind of mythical creature. And the final battle for all of this happens on a half sunk ferry boat in a swamp and humans somehow get trucks on the boat. I turn werewolf, and go on a rampage, get impaled through the neck seven times, die, come back to life, kill my friend who was a vampire, and run away to NYC where I start a gang called the Ghosts, and attempt to kidnap my friends girlfriend. She's a vampire, we go have fun somewhere, fall into ambush, she dies, I get mad, go on another rampage, then wander the Earth for ever and ever.

Fun dream. The next day I had a nightmare involving giant gorrillas, a marching band concert, and a bunch of busses. God I hate gorillas.

I participated in an experiment where I was suspended in the air in the room with the Cerebro (you know, X-Men?). Well, also with me was a scientist and KITTENS!! So, everytime I would pet one of the kittens, the scientist would poke me with some kind of shot.

Then I had a dream that I knew the location of some book in the school's library. I think I'll go try looking for something there.

I said this over in the Random thread, but I had this dream where I was having tea and conversing with Yoda, Barack Obama, and Napoleon (Bonaparte, no Dynamite).