Weird Dreams

[EvilM00s]

If you were a donut and ate yourself, would that make you a donut filled donut? Would that create some kind of paradox. or just make you twice as delicious?

[Black Breeze]

Good Question! Maybe an inside out Donut?

[Gracie]

Urge for immature joke overcome


I'd be a whole of a hole.

[yarow12]

Well...

When I was very young (8-10), I had an odd dream.

I was running from a bunch of Barnies (suited-up). All over the 9th Ward of New Orleans, I ran down the dark and dirty streets that were previously soaked by water from perhaps two days before. And on every single street, there he was. Dancing his gay little dance while walking in my direction on the exact same sidewalk as me. Mocking me. Frightening me. And every time I ran past him I could feel his yellow-eyed glare and pause of motion. The kind of slowdown that only the one with the creeps could feel. If anyone else was there, they wouldn't have noticed a thing.
Everytime, my heart pounded my rib cage. Trying to save itself, but end me. Everytime, I thought he would grab me. I wish he did, for I was tired of running these long distances. These endless turns with no one on them to save me. "Just snatch me up and swallow me whole," I thought. But he didn't He wouldn't. He must've enjoyed it. Taunting me. Hunting me.
I had had enough. I saw another walking my way. All the while, I was running his. This time we were gonna clash head on. This could be it. The final moment. The last pain and the final gain. Death was there, waiting for me to take it. From the edge of a long barrel that I had not noticed before came a spark, a flare, and a loud rumpus that almost knocked me back. I had shot him. With a shotgun that I didn't even know I had. Was it there all along? Was I running like a soldier with the weapon clasped in my hands the whole time? It didn't matter. He was dead, and I was free.
He fell over onto someone's unfortunate lawn. All the while not making a sound. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to continue down the sidewalk. Just close enough for a latching. I'd give him what he wanted. That and a blast to the head. The end of my trials were near. I walked slowly towards him. Still on the sidewalk. Still with the gun clasped in my hands. Three steps were left. Until he would get me. Two steps. One step. Now. WAIT! The headgear was removed. When was this done? I was watching him the whole time. This is impossible. The shape of a man's head was visible through the dark sky. But there wasn't enough light to make out his face. I leaned in the get a better look. Then. Right then. I saw it. The street light that no one knew was there activated itself. His face was memorable. There was no forgetting it.
He was my father.

He had gone to prison when I was seven and came back last year in April. I'm seventeen. WTF?

[Sashikinaroji]

the way I interpret it, is that you were believing that your father was supposed to be a figure that comforted you, but instead, you held a fear or resentment for him due to his perceived abandonment.

This caused anger to well up inside of you, combined with a desire for confrotation between you and your father.

however, i could be wrong...

[yarow12]

Yet, you could be right.

Here's another. This dream occurred some time after Resident Evil 4 was released for the the PS2 (I only saw a review of it and the trailers). Also after I experienced hurricane Katrina. Yeah, I know.

We were all going down stream on tires and floaties. It was a great joy. Until I saw what looked a log floating still horizontally. "Oh, crap! We're gonna hit it!", I yelled. But everyone disappeared. There was no one left but me and the log. Except, it no longer looked like a log. The closer I got the more distinguished and odd it appeared. My heart, throbbing with terror, was again trying to escape. But there was no use. We were both trapped.
I began to notice that the closer I got the harder the stream flowed. As if Gaia herself couldn't wait any longer. I instinctively leaned back on the tire bringing my feet closer to myself in a futile effort to get further from the object. In the last moment, I was less than two yards away. Suddenly, as if finally noticing me, it turned counterclockwise and opened its huge, monstrous mouth. Revealing an endless vacuum that sucked me in. Then, I woke up.