i think it's great!And anyone on this thread who later wants in, just let me know!(It's not that good, though, so don't get your hopes up!
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all dreams make no sense
whoah(I'm just going to start telling you all my weirdest dreams now.
There is this one dream I had when I was five, and I cannot forget it, no matter how hard I try.
Back at that age, I had these American Girl Doll books, and my favorite one was Kaya. (Not sure if any of you know who that is, but she was a Native American). And their way of life just really stuck me, the simplicity and foraging... and I wanted to someday find a Native American tribe and join them.
Anyway, in the dream, I woke up super early and I saw a Native American tribe just walking along in my backyard. *Shrugs* And I was like, "Now's my chance!" so I walked over to them and asked if I could join them.
Suddenly, the tribe morphed into a huge, pink with purple-polka-dots monster! (I think the pink and purple polka dots were based on some pajamas that I hated at the time.
Anyway, suddenly my entire, very large family was awake and we were all running around on the porch, trying to hide from it.
In the dream, my Vater was the only one who could stop the monster. So I ran up to him and begged him to help us. But he walked over to the gate, looked at me remorsefully, and said (translated to English), "Sorry, sweetie, but I have to go to work." (Like...seriously?!)
Then the dream ended with the world going up in flames.
who is your Vater?In the dream, my Vater was the only one who could stop the monster. So I ran up to him and begged him to help us. But he walked over to the gate, looked at me remorsefully, and said (translated to English), "Sorry, sweetie, but I have to go to work." (Like...seriously?!
not everyone, though
i cant really remember mine
interesting! was it English?You sure about that? I was a pretty weird kid. (Like, when I was 4, I preferred to read a huge dictionary front to back for fun, rather than read those children books. And that dictionary I had was my best friend. People would come over, see me reading the huge thing, and think I was pretending. Oh, no...I found that book so intriguing! Not to mention I kept TWO of the same copies in my room.I was (and still am), weird!
The dictionary was actually thicker than this one:
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And don't get me started on encyclopedias...
A dream from when I was a little kid:
An evil magician who's a bubble guppy (?) decided to hypnotize everyond into thinking that they should steal my stuffed chickens and ride buffalo (
oh okay, we'll miss you! hopefully we'll see you soon!
whats the Feathers story?
wow thats one of the most random dreams ive heard!That is just...oh, so hilarious!
(I think all of my dreams always end badly...)
Once upon a time, in the faraway land of Antarctica, me, my many, many siblings, and Mutter (mother) were on some ice. We were traveling along, when suddenly huge orca balloons came floating out of the water! We didn't like these orcas, so we began to run as fast as we could, my Mutter, who I never thought was a very fast runner, sprinting so fast I could hardly keep up, using a stroller as a jet ski as she jumped into the water, dragging me and the others with her.
There were many adventures in those seas that day, including interrupting some very chubby narwhals dining on a polar bear with an octopus chandelier, as well as floppy dinosaurs using the ice as an amusement park.
But then, suddenly we were back home - but...now we were penguins! And an old man came in, his face etched with so many wrinkles, he looked slightly like a tree - and all of his teeth were decaying! He did, however, wear quite the smart suit, made of black and white fabric. In his hand, he carried a big net.
That's when I realized he was a penguin catcher! And that suit was made of penguin skin! We knew he wanted to catch us and kill us, so we quickly ran out onto the large porch, cowering in fear behind potted plants and whatnot.
We were just beginning to think he wouldn't find us when my mother picked up the fabric cover for the grill (It's used to keep it dry when it rains. Which is almost all the time over here), and started shaking it, over and over, and over! It was very, very loud. We kept telling her to be quiet, but nope! She just kept shaking it.
The dream ended with the penguin catcher looming over me, a wicked smile tugging his lips and a cruel laugh echoing from his mouth.
