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>> | No. 426868
426868
Fitter when she was fat edition. |
>> | No. 470262
470262
I created Steps: The Video Game. It was pretty much a Just Dance/rhythm game knock-off where you'd go around challenging various 90s and 00s popstars to a dance-off. From what I can remember, you'd learn their songs and there wasn't a single actual Steps song in the game. |
>> | No. 470315
470315
I was on a train, and I was naked except for a towel wrapped around me. I think I was travelling somewhere I could have a shower. A 15 year old white boy mocked me, and I said "fuck off n*gger". It then cut to footage from the bodycam he was secretly wearing, of me saying the racial slur. He tried reporting me to the train police, but my excuse was "why would I call him n*gger when he's white?". |
>> | No. 470343
470343
Do you two sometimes have dreams about former flats or rented rooms you used to live at? |
>> | No. 470350
470350
>>470343 Do you two sometimes have dreams about former flats or rented rooms you used to live at? |
>> | No. 470352
470352
I was a on a hill somewhere in the Pennines trying to take a photo of a nice view over Manchester that's the weirdest part, but as I tried to get a better view further up, it became steeper and steeper, and I struggled not to fall. Eventually I was caught beneath a landslide IN A CHAMPAYNE SUPANOVOH, and only narrowly survived, coughing up and spit out big mouthfuls of mud and dirt. |
>> | No. 470358
470358
I may have posted about this before, but does anyone else get nonsensical fake memories when they're very tired/almost asleep? Just now I had a thought about the wet clay I put up at work, you know, all over the wall so people can take their shoes off and wedge them into the wet clay, so as not to lose their shoes. |
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470359
>>470358 |
>> | No. 470405
470405
Weird one last night. |
>> | No. 470480
470480
I went to a restaurant with my dad and older brother. I was bragging about harassing women on the internet, showing them screencaps of me trolling women on Instagram. We went to a football match, I think it was places that didn't have football matches. |
>> | No. 470518
470518
Chris Martin talking to me about sustainable small net fishing. I would make fun of him, saying things like 'fish Martin' and 'Codplay'. He was visibly annoyed. |
>> | No. 470623
470623
5e016bec7a910760427fd746db7987e5.jpg ![]() ![]() ![]() Do you ever have someone make frequent appearances in your dreams? |
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470624
>>470623 |
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470625
>>470623 |
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470626
>>470625 |
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470627
>>470623 |
>> | No. 470640
470640
File
removed I was at a concert with my family, and for some reason there was a big screen showing an advert for a pixel art 2D beat em up set in India called Bhangra Boys or something. My family were all looking away and my brother asked what it's called as it looks good, and I said "GOOD MORNING SAARS" in a racist Indian accent. |
>> | No. 470641
470641
>>470640 |
>> | No. 470657
470657
I went with some friends and family to visit Warhammer World. Some of them were people I've not even thought about in a decade or more, including a bloke I think I only ever met once at a gig in Manchester in about 2011. |
>> | No. 470705
470705
I was a member of the cast of Friends and I had just been let go. Joey was the only one who was nice to me about it. He had a ponytail. |
>> | No. 470722
470722
I've consistently been having really bizarre dreams for the last few nights. |
>> | No. 470728
470728
I dreamed I was fighting a small furry creature that just wouldn't fuck off. Grabbing it, slamming it against the floor, walls, furniture, stamping on it, crunching bones and twisting flesh. Yet it kept running right back yapping and biting at my ankles with its vile maw. |
>> | No. 470787
470787
A young black woman took a liking to me in a public place and became increasingly playful and intimate as we found ourselves getting on better and better. Publicly approriate physical contact with the hint of more, eye contact, social connection. In her eyes was a relection of a Ghanan flag. She had a non-english accent. Her face was painted white - I'm not sure if it had a racial connotation. |
>> | No. 470790
470790
It's a bit worrying that I keep having dreams about murdering people. Last night I had a dream that I had murdered one of my exes and had encased her body in the concrete foundation of a house. I then heard that they had arrested somebody and put him in prison because they thought he was the murderer, and I thought, brilliant, I'm actually getting away with it. |
>> | No. 470847
470847
>>470790 |
>> | No. 470851
470851
>>470847 |
>> | No. 470863
470863
A very pretty black lass was apparently my girlfriend, and I was sleeping on the sofa at her nan's house. She came in to check on me during the night and asked if I wanted to go to bed with her but I declined because it's her nan's house. I asked her what time it was, and she said it was 3:15, and I said oh good, I thought it was far later than that. I then realised what was happening and woke up to check the time because it was, indeed, five minutes until my alarm. |
>> | No. 470864
470864
Hang on why have two of us been dreaming about black lasses recently? Are we race fetishists now? |
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470871
>>470864 |
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470872
>>470871 |
>> | No. 470885
470885
>>470864 |
>> | No. 471059
471059
I went into a nightclub in a large dilapidated building in the middle of nowhere. I had to go up metal stairs outside to enter on the first floor. It turned out to be a "rape shop", where you order people to rape and sexually abuse. |
>> | No. 471209
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I had an anxiety nightmare last night where I'd managed accidentally to shave my moustache into a Hitler 'tache, but not even like a big full one, it was all thin and whispy. |
>> | No. 471221
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>>471209 |
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The-Great-Dictator.jpg ![]() ![]() ![]() >>471209 |
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Three journalists from Haiti on an M10.png ![]() ![]() ![]() >>471221 |
>> | No. 471224
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>>471223 |
>> | No. 471227
471227
>>471224 |
>> | No. 471476
471476
How do you two see precognitive dreams? |
>> | No. 471477
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>>471476 |
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>>471476 |
>> | No. 471496
471496
There is a shadow, it wears a hat. Could be Carmen Santiago, Harry Copperfield, or anyone. Except the shadow is the person, who observes. Sometimes it takes the form of a long haired crying thing. It's not there, but I see it. |
>> | No. 471497
471497
hatman john.png ![]() ![]() ![]() >>471496 |
>> | No. 471500
471500
I've got some theories about sleep paralysis. I have pretty frequent abnormal/semi lucid dream states that I think are quite strongly linked to it. I don't think I can be bothered typing it up unless one of you is particularly interested though. |
>> | No. 471501
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>>471500 |
>> | No. 471502
471502
>>471497 |
>> | No. 471504
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Between this "hat man" and the suggestion that precognition is real I'm starting to suspect some of you lot are "touched", as they used to say. |
>> | No. 471509
471509
There was a time artifact a small pot which when destored would send the destroyer back to the time and place of the last time it had been destroyed and interupted that process, this was intially used by a person who was stealing it from a forbiden artifacts warehose (think the place at the end of raiders of the lost ark) to evade capture, but ended up being used one too many times (as the artifact would send people further back (as it corrected for previous times it had been destroyed) and sent them back to the middle ages where they encoutered someone who was actually from the far future who was stuck there and had built themselves a hidden refuge, they expained not only did the artififact send people back in time it also made them effectively temoprarily immortal as the universe naturally desired to put them back in the orginal place they belonged in the time before they continued advancing as normal, so they were just staying out of histories way and observing. |
>> | No. 471510
471510
I think I was Sonic, or possibly one of the Transformers (it wasn't very consistent). The bad guy was very proud of himself that he had sent some sort of robo-shark baddie after me in a swimming level. But that part was quite promptly forgotten about. He was following after me to gloat and block doorways, but I was apparently not following the script, so instead I grabbed him by the throat and pinned him down to call him a fanny and threaten to punch his teeth in in a voice very similar to Teeside Tintin (that's not at all how I speak but apparently it's how Sonic speaks). I then had to fight a climactic boss battle against a load of evil Transformers. |
>> | No. 471543
471543
I had a dream that I was in the bathroom having a poo, and then it just wouldn't stop, I would wipe and flush and then just even more came out of me. And not as diarrhea, but quite solid, to where the sheer combined length was just improbable to fit inside a person's gut. This repeated several times until it seemed I was done. |
>> | No. 471544
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>>471501 |
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