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I had a strange dream last night which was a bit of a cross between Planetarion and the Sims (which is odd because I don't have the Sims), which I can remember in amazing detail.

I lived in SimTown, in the top-right corner, surounded with roids. I somehow managed to conquer the neighbor's house with like a thousand intercepters and 8 war frigates (yes 8), and then forgot how to conquer other houses (no really, I forgot how I even took over the neighber's house, and my fleets just vanished). I then framed his brother for cheating on his obese wife and watched them beat the hell out of each other with their war frigates and interceptors. I somehow got thrown through a closed glass window, the pathway I landed on lit up yellow and purple, then I woke up.

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Time is the best teacher, yet it kills all of it's students.

Let me think, how should I put this...FREAK!

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I have a mind like a steel trap; Rusty, and illegal in 37 states.

10/31/96

Well, at least you weren't naked

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Let's see, wierd dreams: I had a dream where I was on another planet, then about 2h in (by my count) I realised the planet didn't exist.
I've had dreams where I was actually looking at the webpage on PA and finding out that my attack/defense didn't go well. Not at all like an immersive dream. I was literally looking at the page.
And then there was that one where I realised I was in a dream. I tried mentally creating a "portal" on the wall to jump into the cockpit of a Confederate Destroyer (from Ship Collection, for EVClassic). I ran towards it………and crashed into the wall. Quite funny.

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"Once, just once, I'd like to be able to land somewhere and say, 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'"
"I fail to see the humor in that situation, Doctor."
"Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those pointed ears, Mister Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork……"

I've had literal dreams about playing games before.
Of course, very few of them can come close in either wierdness or immersiveness to my daydreams.

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

I don't dream about computer games, as a rule. I do, however, dream some really, really wacked out things. Being chased around by men in black suits who later turn into snakes because you have some weird "stoppingness" power is a good base of weirdness, and they only get weirder.

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy

You people all need help...in more ways than one.

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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

Man, and I thought I had issues...

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Urge to destroy world... rising...
Neo Ice of Neo World - 118:3:2 [EVA][osX][INFINITY]

Oh, here's one of my better dreams: Being attacked by rats and actually feeling it as they gnaw the flesh from your living body. Had that dream once and I've never forgotten it.

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I have a mind like a steel trap; Rusty, and illegal in 37 states.

10/31/96

Argh, the OF´s disease´s spreading!

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Et gammelt nordisk ordsprog siger: Mæng dig aldrig med amerikanere!

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Not fun, by the sounds of it.

I always take a proactive role in dreams, even if that happens to mean flying over the heads of people into the queue to get into a cinema. That's a definite plus, in my opinion. Any dream where you have no control is a nightmare.

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy

Well then obviously I only have nightmares - you read what happened when I tried to control my dream

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"Once, just once, I'd like to be able to land somewhere and say, 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'"
"I fail to see the humor in that situation, Doctor."
"Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those pointed ears, Mister Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork……"

hm. these all sound like pretty normal dreams to me..... you so don't want to be in my head!

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that would be the loser dance, i assume...

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Bah. You know how it goes. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try, and try again!"
Hey, either you or the wall has to break first, right?

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy

Yeah - and maybe I should hve tried a Gunboat instead

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"Once, just once, I'd like to be able to land somewhere and say, 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'"
"I fail to see the humor in that situation, Doctor."
"Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those pointed ears, Mister Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork……"

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Maybe indeed...

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy

Actually a Manta would probably be most efficient; it's an older ship so it's quite a bit easier to envision because of the lower technology. Not to mention that those are still excellent fighters even in the "present day" of EV.

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"Once, just once, I'd like to be able to land somewhere and say, 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'"
"I fail to see the humor in that situation, Doctor."
"Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those pointed ears, Mister Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork……"

Try this for a screwed up dream:

I'm sitting in my biology class (which I don't have considering that {A} It's summer, and {B} I didn't have one last semester) and the room looks suspiciously industrial (lots of metal on the wall, odd devices, etc). Our teacher, played by Sam kinneson in this dream for some reason, comes marching in quickly wearing a hooded labcoat. He informs the class that we will be dissecting today. After finishing his introduction, the room begins to fill with these big guys in SWAT team gear pushing carts, each of them dropping something from on the cart onto the desks in front of each student.

This is where it starts to get disturbing.

The objects they are dropping off are little monkeys strapped to metal crosses in classic crucifix fassion, with their jaws held open by a metal brace. I remember mine look particularly terrified when I got it, as I assumed were those those handed to my classmates. And yes, the monkeys were still alive. The instructor seemed to take a particular delight in announcing that we were to be performing live vivisection. For some reason i seemd to be the only one even thinking any objections.

The class began their procedures and the room filled with the screams and wails of the monkeys. I still hesitated and looked down at the mokey in fornt of me. It's sad eyes seemd to tell me that it knew what was going on and begged me not to go through with it. I'm not that sentimental though, and I need to make the grade. I did however, have second thoughts about the morality of the whole affair when the monkey began to scream and writhe on it's little metal cross as I dug my scalpel into it. It continued to do this and didn't let up even as I had it's entire chest and abdomen open and spread out.

The animals anquish finally got to me and I twitched while trying to make another cut. It immediately went limp and quiet. The whole class stopped what they were doing and stared at me, and the instructor marched up to me with a red face. He starts yelling at me for my incompetence. Appearently the department's budget was spread thin, and I had made a costly mistake by killing a "new" monkey (those belonging to my classmates had already gone through countless procedures, and showed it through scars and stitches). After giving me a tounge lashing, the instructor steps back and two of the SWAT team guys pick me up by my shoulders.

It was at this point that some hideously loud alarm went off, but it turned out to be my alarm clock. Anyway, have fun with this one.

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OK, that's just twisted. Weird, yes, that too, but mostly twisted.

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only
Ares Webboard Moderator, and all-around Nice Guy

You'll have to excuse me if I don't read past the words live vivisection.

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Maaaaaaaan! What have you been smoking? Can you give me some?

My weirdest dream was about me being shot down by a couple of strangers in the churchyard. The weirdest thing was, I felt pain...

Another painful dream:

I jumped off a 100+ meter tower (completely sane decision, just can't remember) and landed on a car. I felt pain in the leg, then I just got back up and climbed the ladder to the top again!

I've dreamed about armageddon (the Asteroid scenario) two times to date.

My brother has a couple of wierd ones:

He says he was walking down the school corridor, and then spontaneously blew inside out.

He also says someone once poked him to death (don't ask) in a dream.


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This Vid is a bit like my beast; extremely long, and best enjoyed with a mouthful of nuts.
-Ali G.

What's it like to have an Explodabob for a brother?

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"Once, just once, I'd like to be able to land somewhere and say, 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'"
"I fail to see the humor in that situation, Doctor."
"Naturally. You could hardly claim to be an angel with those pointed ears, Mister Spock. But say you landed someplace with a pitchfork……"