I had my first COT- related dream last night

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Postby Gobo » Wed Jun 30, 2004 8:59 pm

That is fucking AWESOME.

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Postby Square721BT » Thu Jul 01, 2004 3:25 am

Man. I just decided I was tired of wakefullness, so I took a long nap. I had a dream, but it wasn't COT related. Bag does this all the time, so fuck you.

World War III was breaking out, and oddly, the Nazis were still the major power that was on the move. (Sorry Toaster.) They were opposed by Brittain, France, Japan, and America. I think the Chinese were with the Nazis, and the Russians weren't considered a major player. Anyways.

The actual delcarations of war came while I was out in Europe, and I was capture as an American and put in a concentration camp. They were rounding up Americans and French who they considered potential trouble makers. I don't know why I was rounded up.

I ended up sitting with a young woman who had two babies. I mean, less than six months old. Very young. One of them was named black and was called Crush. The other was white and his name was something bizarre that started with a D, Diolan, or something. He was learning to speak Polish. I don't know why. I also don't know why she was rounded up. I decided to look after her. I was worried she or her children would be hurt.

The prison camp was rough, but not terrible. One got the feeling that they had just been created, and were very much being beuraucratically watched at the time. There were long lists of things we couldn't talk about. We couldn't make reference to American or French movies, politics, or TV. We couldn't talk about the war. We couldn't say anything that might sound like secret code. A lot of different things. In addition to rules like not attacking guards and such. People who broke the rules were punished in different ways. Some weren't fed. Some were beaten. Some very quietly disappeared.

It was quickly discovered that I was of mixed French/American heritage, and the people running the camps were very interested in this. I decided to inform against both countries in the hopes that I could help protect the girl and her children.

They took me into a small room, made me close my eyes, eventually blindfolded me. They had me listen to various people talking, asked me if I could identify any of the voices. I couldn't identify very many of them, and I think that made them lose interest in me. It started with what I think was a TV or at least a decent stereo or something, and I was trying to identify voices from that. When I could, they would ask me questions about the person I had identified. My father was one of those asking questions, I don't know why. It lasted very long, and as it kept on, I could hear people getting up and leaving the room. Eventually it was just me and someone playing a lousy tape recorder and asking me questions. I got the feeling he was the least important in the bunch - he sounded the least officious and beaurocratic. I got the feeling he was asking me about things that didn't matter as much, as well. Eventually, he got finished, and he put me in a car and took me to his house. He unblindfolded me, and I saw that he was very, very, very large. Much larger than myself. He beat the shit out of me, knocked out several teeth, gave me a concussion, broke a few bones. I had the feeling we were at his house because this was generally looked on as a bad thing, and he had to hide it at least to some extent. While driving me back to the camp, I jumped out of the car.

I ended up running into some city. I couldn't communicate very well -- most of the people their spoke French, and my French is not very good. I was looking desperately for someone to hide me. I eventually stumbled on cousins of mine, who speak both French and English. They agreed very reluctantly to hide me -- they had a very large family (all my French relatives have eighty million kids) and were putting it at risk to help me. Apparently others of my cousins were in the army, whose line had been drawn up somewhere west of there, and they were going to try and smuggle us to the army. They had also found the girl, but her babies had been lost. I don't know the how or why of that, because not long after they took me in, the camp's commander was seen driving towards the house. (The house was on top of a hill, and it was during winter, so it was easy to see anyone approaching. Also, the commander had a very large, long, luxry-looking car, and stuck out like a sore thumb.) After frantically trying to find a place to hide us, we ended up burrowing into the side of a large snowbank outside. We didn't have anything to breathe through, though, and the commander stayed a very long time. After a while, I was forced to cut a breathing hole to the outside or risk suffucation - we were getting dizzy. While doing that, I was discovered, and the commander tried to stab me. I manged to kick the knife up into his neck, and blood started squirting out, so we ran. We didn't know where we were going, just sort of westward hopefully towards the French army. Then I woke up.

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Postby Bag of Ass » Thu Jul 01, 2004 7:22 am

Interesting dream, and quite detailed. Just don't tell your security officer about this part:
Square721BT wrote:I decided to inform against both countries...

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Postby Square721BT » Tue Jul 20, 2004 8:37 pm

Kind of COT-related, as it's obvious where the dream comes from: I just had a nap, and in it, I was the principal of a school and was both the embodiment of Dream and Death. When people slept (or specifically when they Dreamed, it didn't specificy) they never aged, but when they were awake, I continued to suck the life out of them. It was kind of cute.

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Postby Dynagrip » Thu Aug 05, 2004 12:58 am

Ick, I just had a sort of sex-related dream about [you].

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Postby Square721BT » Thu Aug 05, 2004 1:02 am

Holy shit, you too?

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Postby Dynagrip » Thu Aug 05, 2004 2:51 am

Uh oh!

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Postby shorty » Thu Aug 05, 2004 4:33 am

Dynagrip wrote:Ick, I just had a sort of sex-related dream about [you].


Youor priveleges should be revoked.

Edit: Youor? What the fuck?
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Postby Bag of Ass » Thu Aug 05, 2004 5:10 am

Dynagrip wrote:Ick, I just had a sort of sex-related dream about Bag of Ass.

Pretty much all of my sex dreams involve him. He's so dreamy!

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Postby Gobo » Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:19 pm

I had two recently... I almost never remember dreams... all of a sudden I'm remembering some.

They're IM conversation...

One was me dreaming I had a conversation with Tweeg, I woke up and spent half an hour trying to figure out what word he mis-spelled in the dream (which of many... but there was on that stuck out)

Last night it was me talking to Plut... I showed her some webpage or something... she responded that I Was the coolest dork (which doesn't sound like her...) to which I replied "That's an oxymoron"... and promptly woke up

Even my subconscious is fucking dull.

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Postby Bag of Ass » Tue Apr 18, 2006 3:17 pm

I dreamed I met Bunyip and Windsong (again). Also, there were lots of large bugs flying around, like beetles and stuff. I don't know what that was all about.

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Postby Bag of Ass » Thu Aug 31, 2006 3:26 pm

Not a COT dream per se, but here it is.

Usually when I go on business travel, it's a gathering of hundreds of people and they are called Face to Faces. I dreamed that we went to a Face to Face to it was all a bunch of work people. We were near the ocean (Atlantic, but then later it became some place in the South Pacific, like maybe Australia), and we decided to go on a tour of some ancient ruins.

So we were in this building that was kind of the staging area for the tour. It was some people from work, and some random others also on the tour. One of the tour guides was a weapons specialist, and inside his locker were four or five really nice fireaxes (must be the Urban Dead influence), and some fancy helmets with lights.

Anyway, we set out to the ruins. There was a pamphlet I was looking through that said the temple was for this god Cth'thu'thun and somehow in my mind I related him to the boss C'thun from Warcraft. I decided to take notes for you warcraft guys. As we progressed toward the temple, we started descending into the ocean in this glass tube. Ruins started to appear and I could only describe as cyclopean, straight out of Lovecraft. It wasn't until I woke up that I related Cth'thu'thun to Cthulhu.

There was this other side story about a girl floating through the sea on a makeshift raft. She had a penguin with her, which agreed with the South Pacific setting, and she eventually landed on the island we were on.

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Postby pablo banquo » Fri Sep 01, 2006 6:48 am

It's common knowledge that certain Aboriginal tribes worshipped the old god Cth'thu'thun.
i before e except after a few beers

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Postby Dynagrip » Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:05 pm

I had several forumer, not just CoT, related dreams one of which got a bit more than risque. I guess this means I'm spending too much time on the internet again.

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Postby Mr. Furious » Wed May 02, 2007 8:01 pm

I had a dream where Mia was taunting me last night!
I don't need a compass to know which way the wind shines.

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Postby Bag of Ass » Wed May 02, 2007 8:02 pm

Dude my cat's name is Mia.

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Postby Mr. Furious » Wed May 02, 2007 8:06 pm

I guess Mia is very cat-like in some respects.
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Postby . » Thu May 31, 2007 3:42 am

I just needed a dream thread to post this in.

I keep a notebook by my bed so if I get ideas in the middle of the night (or whenever the hell I sleep), I can write them down. This morning, I remembered writing something down and while I usually remember some details, I could place nothing.

I flip through my notebook:

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[hide="Translation"]
I can't quite make out the first sentence. A couple words, yeah. Sadly, the penmanship isn't that far from my awake writing. But the rest says: later finds wife in washroom fucking black guy... man says nothing but later punches out the guy who was fucking his wife... next day he is fucking someone in the ass.. Now what's "your" availability?[/hide]

I woke up to write this down. It was apparently quite interesting in the middle of my slumber. This brings up the question, do I tear this out of my notebook so no one ever sees it or do I keep it as a symbol of my creative process?

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Postby Kauser » Thu May 31, 2007 4:10 am

Did you fall asleep watching a Lexington Steel retrospective?

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Postby Gobo » Thu May 31, 2007 12:59 pm

Heheheh I forgot about your handwriting


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