[X] My Assistant

You're right, honeybuns. Let's fuuuuuuuuuck

Perhaps another time.

ED is a bitch, isn't it.

You and rad seem to enjoy it well enough.

uhhmm... when i got my whole body licked by mayumi watase (kotaro makaritorou). And yeah, I was forced to clean my underwear by myself again.

It's funny, I was just discussing this on another forum.
Well it's not exactly the weirdest, but it's up there. It was something I wrote down when I woke up in the morning. I tend to write in story format, which is why it's written as such.


...Spoiler tags don't exactly work like other places do they.

*ahem*


The air was cold, a nutral air seemed to surround me, encasing me for some odd reason. Though I took no real notice. The moon was large, bigger then most nights, and sent a cascading glow through the trees. Silloutting everything in an almost serine beauty.
I held my camera that was around my neck, staring through the sparcly thickened patch of trees that resided in a park, I only stood and stared.
The moon, now coming down, as time itself seemed to reverse. Now cresting the mountain, sending rivutes of light down with it, throwing pale lumenesence through the trees.
This is what I live for, moments like these. I lift my camera to my eyes, the only thing with proment detail, as the object is etched in my mind, my camera, almost as an extention of myself. I looked through the glass, but not too see the light of the moon, but a new light.
I stood frozen, like ice. No... no.
Screams bellowed from everywhere, flooding of people that were nowhere to be found now flowed through the streets, obscouring everything, pure darkness. Just that hint of light, devouring everything from just past the mountains, in the shape of a mushroom. I knew what it was, it finally happened. I stood, no longer frozen, but unable to move, the camera just below my eyes. I stood there, watching, waiting, for something that never seemed to come. Time itself seemed to taunt me, laughing at me, suspending our certin doom.
I closed my eyes, and I am blind.

I wake, standing. I open my eyes, no cars, rubble, vegebonds.
Why was I here, how did I move? Questions that seemed to never be asked, for I knew, without the answer.
People were wandering, almost without pourpose. Tattered, ragged, listless. I saw a small girl, just standing, in the middle of the street. The red lights slowly swinging without wind cascaded her in a crimson aura. She cletched a one eyed teddy bear, almost iconic. I walked up, and bent down, she was crying.
Without words I reached out to her and she raised her head, and uncovered her eyes. Though she had none, empty sockets. Fear struck through me as I pushed my feet away and closed my eyes.
I opened them again, now somewhere different, as I had lept back in time I saw myself, but I took no interest.
I turned, surverying the surroundings. It was our small town, destroyed, everything was rubble, only foundations standing, and as if some mericle, the overpass, still standing. Ruins of trains and rail that ran adjecent with the town seemed to be sucked up and spit out. Destruction, yet everything was null, empty, devoid of emotion.
I looked, stared, not believeing my eyes. Somebody bent down helping that little girl, it wasnt me. The figure had almost an aura, long hair, hippy kind of look. And yet I wasn't astonished, suprised. Everything seemed normal from this, and yet I don't know why.

Flashes of my life struck through me, then, not knowing why I was at work. Everything seemed normal, and without through from me, I continued working, the same place I do, every day. The walls were white, clean, everything was pristene.
Then a dark figure appears through the doors, and decay sets in. The walls turn dark, and warped, you could almost see dark figures of pain appear through the walls, screming in torment. He wears a long dark coat, like mine, his figure is average, though not much is seen benith the shadow that surrounds him.
As if everything is normal, I try and help him, but he stands without word, his eyes, burning through the shadow. Something catches my eye, just off ot the left, something big, hulking.
I turn my body, to take in the entire scene. Some massive hulking peice of deformality. As if 20 men were thrown into a blender and poured into a mold. The face couldnt be seen though I knew where it should be. No mouth, one eye, useless arms flailing from its side.
It walked towards me, I only stood there, trying to anylize the situation. Then the eye opened, only on his chest. Utter fear sets in, unrationable fear, unclaspable.
He advanced towards me, I was locked on that eye, fear growing, every second, growing. I walked back, backed into a corner, I fell, trembling, every muscle numbing, fear growing, and growing.
Then darkness. Empty.
I awake, in the middle of town, on my back. The stars, they were gone. There was nothing but bleak darkness. I sat up and to my amazement, nothing was the same. People were dark, fear was growing again. They were no longer the same, and everything set in a surreal image. They're eyes burning through me, faces distorted. They were monsters, and I was bait.
I pulled out my camera, as with instinct and took a picture. I look down at my camera and everything was normal, my camera, seemed to translate everything my eyes lied to me.
I found myself to my house, finally, though I didn't remember the trip. I look around, for somebody I should find. Though in the absence of everybody else, I was only looking for one person. My brother, and he was nowhere to be found, but I knew who had taken him. Anger took over, and rationalized the fear that had encased me for so long.
I ran, as hard as my feet could take me, donw to the corner store. There a lone car sat, red, and low profile. Must have been a lincon, though, I didn't truly know, it was unimportant, though it was a thought that crossed my brow.
The air still dark, without camera in hand I walked on. The small store was across from two schools, they were abismal and dark, absent of life.
I climbed onto the roof and looked down, the car, seeming to blend in with the assphult called out. Chad... He was in there, he must have been. Beside the car, suddenly the dark figure, stood beside the car, running his hand along it. He knew I was there, but he failed to acknolege me. I knew who he was, and he knew who I was. The child of Satan, he looked up, eyes burning, sword in hand.

I threw myself off of the roof, I knew what I had to do, my brothers life in my hands I could not fail. I struck his sword with my own. Where it had come from it did not matter. I stood across from him, our swords touching. Nothing standing out from them and the air surrounding us. Exentions of ourselves, he lunged at me, briskly I pushed away, to the side. He struck again, and again I back away, the dust only seperating me from his blade.

The air thick with emotion, blanketing only us two, the surroundings fading into nothingness.
He strikes again, brushing air. Calculating, then again I back away, and again. A smile breached my lips, down I brought my sword along his blade, sending shattered steel through the air. I pushed the dirt benith my feet aside, splitting time itself I turned to his back striking, hard, with all my strength upon the air infront of him.
Then only our breath could be heard, his back to my front I stared at him, sword no longer in hand. He lifted his arms to his chest. A gleaming stream of steel through into his chest, the broken shard of steel. I pushed him through it, and one struck home. He fell to his knees and I turned, towards the car, the aburn red breaking the air between us. His eyes, looking through the window, I looked down at him, at Chad, as my hands met the handle. I opened the car.

My dream ended there. It was one of the most vivid and profound dreams Ive ever had, and one that will probably stick with me forever.

This post has been edited by Annomander: Feb 6 2010, 04:14

It's funny, I was just discussing this on another forum.

Is it Anime Eden or Moddb's forum by any chance? Just curious.

Nope. Lu.scio.us.
I've not even heard of those two others.

I very rarely remember my dreams, but when I have a lucid one, the memories stay very strong. I've had 3 lucid dreams, all of which started as normal dreams before I realized that I was dreaming. They go lucid when I feel my eyelids being closed, even though I can see, which is what makes me realize it's a dream.

The first one I had was so long ago that I can't recall how old I was, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't more than 12. I was at some department store, admiring the beautiful dresses in the window. I'm a guy, but I love beautiful dresses, even though I don't cross-dress.

Around the time that I left the store, the dream went lucid, which is also when it went REALLY bonkers. With conscious control of myself in the dream, I tried to cross the street to the other store. Since I knew it was a dream, I could try on those dresses with no real world consequence, to see what it was like. However, my mom pulled up in this classic car I didn't recognize, screeching to a halt in front of me. She told me to get in, and we peeled out of there in a hurry.

All of a sudden, we'd left the suburbs and somehow ended up driving along a wharf somewhere, with the sea on the left and a bunch of warehouses on the right. That was when I saw a nuke go off in the distance, and as the mushroom cloud billowed into the sky, I woke up.

The second time I had a lucid dream was a few years later, and I was walking in a strange hybrid of my own neighborhood and the streets of NYC. I remember there being narrow alleys between tall buildings like I'd seen on TV, even though my neighborhood doesn't have any. I recognized a lot of the other buildings as local places, though. When the dream went lucid, I decided to go back home.

On my way back, the dream went loopy again. Randomly colored zoo animals started showing up; I distinctly recall a red elephant and a purple tiger, in additional to dozens of other animals shaded with all the colors of the rainbow. When I entered my house, a bunch of monkeys were hanging from the ceiling, and then I woke up. That one is my favorite dream.

My last lucid dream was back in my early years of college, more than 5 years ago now. I was in what seemed to be a haunted house, and I think I was either a policeman or a paranormal investigator. I don't recall the specifics of actually finding my way out of the house, because the dream didn't go lucid until afterward, but I've got the impression that flying china was involved somehow.

After my partner and I got out, as I was closing the door, the dream went lucid. Seeing as how I was in my late teens at the time, I had much more... carnal... desires than I'd had in the dreams of my youth, so I turned my eye on my partner. Knowing I had total control of the dream, I turned him into a woman, and got ready to fuck her. Unfortunately, I woke up just as she was getting naked (IMG:[invalid] style_emoticons/default/sad.gif).

Interestingly, I've never had a wet dream. Not once. I wake up with a boner all the time, still hard from the fading memories of some kind of dream, but I've never cum in my sleep. I wonder why that is?

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This post has been edited by D.D.D.: May 23 2019, 07:16

Can't believe after seein' those two long-winded posts, DDD only wrote a one liner, our little boys' growing up! I rarely remember my dreams but, I had one not too long ago that went a little something like this; I seemed to be inside a game, some kinda' crappy Jap style rpg thing. The enemies kinda' reminded me of the dark magician variants from yu-gi-oh, but with big gold over-elaberate swords. After each one I killed, sometimes more than one, I would move to the next level. However, during the level load, there was a cute blonde Anime girl who I was lying on top of. I knew she was naked but my view/camera was stuck on her face as she meekly and anxiously spoke to me about the next level. After a couple of levels my sexual frustration got the better of me and I raped her! I kinda' knew I was dreamin' while doin' it 'cause I could feel my hard on pushing into the matress under me! I awoke to sticky underpants for the first time ever!

- One of my weird dreams was, when I was in anime world - in one piece - no more about it, but it was weird (IMG:[invalid] style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif)

Last night, I had this dream I was Mario. I went down what seemed to be a regular pipe tunnel, with the proper SFX, 'n everything, but once I'd gotten all the way in, it actually turned out to be a giant asshole, which I kinda got stuck in.

Last night, I had this dream I was Mario. I went down what seemed to be a regular pipe tunnel, with the proper SFX, 'n everything, but once I'd gotten all the way in, it actually turned out to be a giant asshole, which I kinda got stuck in.

You got stuck in Rob?

You got stuck in Rob?

Maybe he did...

(IMG:[mirror.servut.us] http://mirror.servut.us/kuvat/meinung/ass_cake.jpg)

Did the pipe look like this, by any chance?

This post has been edited by BradRepko: Mar 4 2010, 13:07

I used to have nightmares where me and my friends would walk up to an evil dumpster that was sitting in the middle of a field outside my house. They would all do a run-up and jump over it as it opened its top and tried to eat them. I was always last to jump and would always be too nervous to jump right and would end up being eaten. I would have this dream regularly until the time I decided to break the chain by befriending the bin and telling it to eat my friends!

If we want to get into the truly bizarre, I recently dreamt that I had come into the possession of a tool gun akin to the kind used in Garry's Mod - something that would let me do almost anything. But it had some sort of fail-safe on it that prevented just anyone from using it. Somehow, my sleeping mind put together this series of actions that had to be taken to unlock it:

1. Put on a full-length sweatshirt and pull the hood all the way over your face.
2. Climb onto a tall stool.
3. Whilst holding a cookie in the palm of your left hand - flavor matters not - turn it counterclockwise with your right hand 180 degrees.

...no, I don't know what I was on, either.

2. Climb onto a tall stool.

Feces.

Feces.

Remember kids, feces is one typo away from being faces.

Hm... I'm not sure about the weirdest dream ever as I tend to dream a lot... to make matters worse the memories of those dreams tend to drift in and out at their leisure.

One particular dream I had was with me driving along a road in some heavily forested place... my mind said southwestern Montana or somewhere near there. I usually find driving to be quite enjoyable, particularly on less-crowded or less-traveled roads. As I was driving along, I came to a large open plain with a few hills on my left and large granite mountains shaped like "The Needles" in Canyonland National Park (If you've played Oregon Trail 2, you'd recognize these). My mind said "this must be Glacier National Park" (It wasn't, Glacier didn't look anything like it).
I continued driving, but turned somewhere instead of going to the "park" and found myself back in the forests. As I drove along, I came upon an inn of some kind painted a light blue near what seemed to be rapids or a small waterfall. I remember going inside.

This is about all I can remember in terms of continuity... but somewhere I recall a large ruined fort and suddenly appearing in a college building of some kind no longer in my car.