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Dreams
Oct 10, 2005 23:30:16 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Oct 10, 2005 23:30:16 GMT -5
This is the thread where you talk about memorable dreams you've had...and by memorable I mean weird as fuck...
I had one last night where I was at an indoor party at my college campus,when all the sudden a lot of people there started turning into Dog Soldiers type werewolves...and it was 5 in the afternoon on a day with no full moon.
For some reason,I decided to escape through those white ceiling tiles typically found in schools while everybody else was being ripped to shreads.
I make my way to my car and start to drive. On my way home,I see many more werewolves attacking people. I even accidentally run over one.
I finally get home,lock the doors,and turn on the TV...apparently theres a mass epidemic of people turning into werewolves and ripping other people apart thats spread nationwide...and thats where it ended.
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Dreams
Dec 23, 2005 18:55:51 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Dec 23, 2005 18:55:51 GMT -5
Finally had an interesting dream last night.
I dreamt that I was an accomplished and acclaimed filmmaker. I decided that I wanted to remake E.T. It was just as heartwarming and kid oriented as the original...until the ending when the federal government comes in (the guys in the ridiculous astronaut suits).
The family holding E.T. get thrown in a federal prison for holding him...then the governent tortures poor little E.T. with all sorts of painful probes and whatnot. I even got the dude who played Zagon in Above The Law to come in and do his "sexual experience in injecting somebody with a needle" speal to E.T. Then after the probing is done...its time for the surgery. It doesn't show any angles of blood and gore,but it definatly shows E.T. face in screaming pain. Then finally the camera zooms away from the government compound as E.T. continues to scream in agonizing pain. Just the thought of suckering children in to see this movie only to totally ruin their days put a smile on my face.
And then I woke up...it amazes me how much of a bastard I can be even without any control over it.
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Dreams
Dec 28, 2005 3:34:57 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Dec 28, 2005 3:34:57 GMT -5
Had another one of those accomplished filmaker dreams last night. This time it was mostly me giving an interview about a zombie movie I was making. I talked about being very adiment about getting Rob Bottin to do the effects,and if the studio couldn't get him,then I wouldn't do it. I also talked about how I wanted a lot of my zombies to still look like and resemble human beings like in Night of the Living Dead. Finally I said that I didn't want to just mimic zombie filmakers like George Romero,but rather I'd just barrow certain little elements (like the human looking zombies) and make MY zombie film.
Then the dream cuts to an article about my zombie movie recieving a hard NC-17 rating and that members of the MPAA called it "one of the most repulsive horror films they had ever screened" and that it would take so many cuts to get it down to an R.
Then finally my dream cut to some early review sniplets. Some of the ones I saw were:
"2 hours of pure carnage and raw intensity."
"The most nihilistic film I've seen in ages."
"An angry rollercoaster of a movie."
"Never has a zombie film felt more horrific than this."
"An instant horror classic."
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Dreams
Mar 3, 2006 9:21:59 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Mar 3, 2006 9:21:59 GMT -5
Finally had a significant dream. I was walking around my house when I saw a fox in my kitchen (don't ask me how it got there,its a dream for fucks sakes),with the lazy susan cabinet open and boxes of uncooked side dishes (like Stove Top dressing) on the floor. I figured it was hungry,so I walked in and went to the fridge,and in doing so the fox completely turned its attention to me and stared.
I got some leftover meatloaf from the night before and set it down in front of him...but he didn't even sniff it or look at it. He just continued to look at me with a feelingless gaze. I held up my finger and pointed it to the piece of meatloaf sitting on the plate on the floor. He followed and looked at it,but then looked right back up at me. So I thought maybe he was cautious of me or something,so I just held my hand out for him to sniff and see I meant no harm...he didn't so much as sniff my hand as he swiftly bit it.
After I got my hand freed and saw it was bloodied,I was pissed. I first tried some disciplinary action that you would do with dogs by squeezing its muzzle,but then it wanted to lunge at me,so I ran out into the living room,waited for it to jump,caught it in mid air,and tossed him down the stairs. He got right back up,charged up the stairs and jumped towards me...only it found itself running smack dab into the wall cause I was too quick for him. I then grabbed him by the throat with one hand and lifted him up,with him snarling and trying to bite me. I only choked it to the point of him gasping and wheezing for air,then I chokeslammed him over the railing and he went tumbling down the stairs to my basement.
I figured it was dead due to a broken neck,so I waited quite awhile before going downstairs to dispose of the body. Then I finally started to go down and saw that it was alive and laying in a formal rest position like a dog. Feeling bad (cause I DO love animals),I decided to take the meatloaf and heat it up in a skillet. I then even cooked some dressing. I took it downstairs and set the plate with the hot meal in front of him,and he FINALLY started to eat it. I noticed that one of his hind legs was sticking straight out like it was broken.
I watched it completely and quickly lick the plate clean. It was obviously hungry from the start. When it was done,I grabbed the plate with the intent on taking it upstairs then calling animal control to get it out of my house and to get some medical attention for the leg...and the fucker bit me again!
At this point,I lost it...I had gone out of my way to help this fox,show it I meant no harm,and to be its friend...and it continued to spit in my face. I kicked the dumb animal right in the face. Then before it could shake the cobwebs,I grabbed it by the mouth and opened it to the point of breaking its jaws (like Kong did to the T Rex). Then I grabbed its injured hind leg and broke it in a different place. Then I dragged its limp body outside,not knowing if it was dead at this point,all the way to the street. I laid it on its side,put its open mouth against the curb,and gave it a swift hard curb stomp. Then I dragged its body to the side of the house where nobody would see and went inside to get a crowbar.
Came back out with said crowbar,hoisted the now definate dead body of the fox over my shoulder,and carried it all the way down to the corner where a manhole cover was. I opened up the cover with the crowbar and dumped the body down into the sewer. Hey,it didn't show me any gratitude or respect when I tried to feed and help it,so I wouldn't show it any in giving it a proper burial...I thought let the rats or whatever was down there take care of it.
I then shut the cover and walked back to the house...only the "camera" didn't follow me and watched as I got smaller in the distance. While this was going on,that annoying ending theme to Grizzly Man started playing (complete with the yodelling/animal noises).
Thats when I woke up and concluded that I have watched that movie too many times...
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Dreams
May 30, 2006 21:40:21 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on May 30, 2006 21:40:21 GMT -5
Ok...had an interesting one couple of nights ago. Dreamt I was back in high school and in concert band class...yet I was my current age (this does have significance,bear with me). I was playing a xylophone part,which I RARELY ever did back then because I sucked horribly at it (and probably still would). I kept screwing up and screwing up to the point where the conductor had to keep stopping.
After it was all over,I was so embarrased I was numb...so I decided to go buy some bottles of Jack Daniels and get drunk off my ass (this is why my current age is significant...I could simply go in and buy alcohol legally).
However,I kept getting sidetracked and sidetracked on my journey for booze to the point where I ended up in the school tennis courts which was a good sized walk from there to the grocery store. I had a nervous breakdown right there in the court because of the sidetracking and thats where the dream ended.
Now heres the things I find amusingly odd in the dream...I rarely ever drink because I don't particularly care for it (I'm a pot man),therefore I've actually never had any Jack Daniels...yet in the dream,I'm pretty damn specific on exactly what I want,which is Jack Daniels...also,I don't remember even one of the things that kept sidetracking me on my quest for Jack Daniels as they are all blured...all I remember is breaking down in the tennis courts BECAUSE of the things that kept sidetracking me when all I wanted to do was get stinking drunk...
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Dreams
Jun 2, 2006 20:46:44 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Jun 2, 2006 20:46:44 GMT -5
Well I can't say having a dream about earth shattering sex with Radha Mitchell is anything perplexing or amusing in a strange way,but its sure better than nothing...
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Dreams
Jul 9, 2006 13:11:30 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Jul 9, 2006 13:11:30 GMT -5
Ok,I'm pretty freaked out by this one...
I dreamt that I was in class,shooting the shit with some of my classmates. The topic of discussion was what famous women would we each like to bone,and somehow Paris Hilton came into the mix. I basically said something to the extent of her being overrated and not wanting to touch her with a 60ft pole. We had a laugh and carried on with the conversation.
Eventually everybody left to go home. I was in the lot walking to my car,when all the sudden this van comes out of nowhere and screeches to a halt right in front of me. About 5 individuals come out,all dressed in black and wearing masks,and proceed to beat the everloving fuck out of me with clubs till I was near unconcious. They then slipped a black bag over my head,threw me in the van,and sped off.
I wake up in a dank dark room,with my arms spread out from each other due to both of my hands being handcuffed to 2 poles. I overhear some guys talking,saying something about surgically implanting a chip in my head and needing to test to see if it works. It's at that moment they bring in Paris Hilton,in lingerie. She walks over to me,and moves the crotch part of her thong to the side and exposes her freshly shaved pussy right in my face. She then takes my face and shoves it into her cunt.
At first I try to resist...but then this slight electrical shock feeling flows through my brain,probably due to the chip,which makes me submissive at first...but then makes me extremely horny to the point of going to town on Paris' twat,munching on it like theres no tomorrow. It's at this point that the final part of the test is executed,and I'm uncuffed. Instead of taking the opportunity to get away,I use my hands to pull Paris' minge even further into my mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye,I see the men in the room shaking hands and talking about how the experiment was a complete success...thanks to the chip,there wouldn't be a single man on the planet that didn't fancy Paris Hilton.
Thankfully I woke up at that moment...theres gotta be some sort of symbolism in that dream...
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Dreams
Oct 16, 2006 0:56:44 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Oct 16, 2006 0:56:44 GMT -5
Man,I love my dreams.
For awhile now I've been trying to come up with an idea for a surreal film in the vain of Lynch,Miike,or Jodorowsky,but have been unsuccessful...until about a work week ago. I'm only writting about it now because I feel it's such an awsome idea that I contemplated not writting about it at all for fear that somebody might steal it (I've had people try to swindle my goods during my E-Fed days). I don't have all the details for the idea worked out as I need to add more,so I'm just gonna describe all I remember from the dream.
The dream/movie idea goes by the name Trojan Horse. It starts out in the apartment of a young male movie enthusiast (by all the film posters he has all over the place),on the phone with his friend telling him that he's just about to walk out the door to go drop off his recently completed first screenplay,entitled Trojan Horse,to a big time movie producer that the friend on the phone apparently referenced him to. He thanked the friend for putting in the good word for him,then hangs up and leaves in his car.
From then on,all sorts of weird shit starts to happen that hinders the man's journey. The weird shit can best be described as the world around him being infected with a computer virus. It starts out as small things,like the man ending up on the same street he already turned on 3 times,eventhough he's following the directions written on the paper he's looking at to a tee. Then theres a quick static flash,and all the sudden the man finds himself AND the entire dashboard (including pedals and wheel) in the backseat of his moving car looking out the back windshield,going the exact opposite way that he wants to and even almost running into traffic seeing as how he is still on the same side of the road as he was before.
After avoiding some head on collisions and coming to grips with what the fuck was going on,he finds he has no choice but to drive in reverse to make his appointment on time. He has a bit of difficulty in this seeing as how he isn't used to normally driving in reverse with the exception of backing in and out,thus eventually causing him to crash his car. He gets out,taking his satchel with the screenplay in it out with him,and finds the town suddenly completely devoid of all life (no cars...nothing). He yells out,but doesn't get an answer. He walks into a building,in search for a phone. He doesn't find one on the first floor,so he decides to take the elevator up the second.
However,when the door opens theres this white flash of light...all the sudden he finds himself sitting in a classroom in his old high school. He's looking around confused while the teacher is giving a lecture. The teacher notices that the man isn't paying attention and walks over to him. The teacher sees the screenplay miraculously sitting on his desk,which causes the teacher to angerly lecture the man about how "that crap won't get you anywhere in the real world". Then the head of the teacher and the rest of the students turns into that of a giant worm with sharp teeth. The man flees in terror,taking the screenplay and satchel with him,putting the screenplay back in the satchel while running through the school hallways.
He tries to exit the school,but actually sees theres nothing beyond any of the doors...just pitch black darkness. He decides to take the stairs up to the second floor of the school,but when he opens the door to access the second floor,he finds himself in the old house he was raised in. The man's father,at the age he was in when the young man was a teenager,asks to see whats in the satchel. He pulls out the screenplay and shows him,which causes the father to get angry,who shouts at him to "stop living in a dream world" and to "focus on a future thats more realistic and ubtainable". Then the father suddenly turns into this black figure with thin tubes connected to it's head,which is now that of a deformed horse.
Again freaked out,the man runs upstairs to his room. He looks out his window and sees the same pitch black darkness that he saw when looking through the windows or the doors in his school. At that moment,the figure that used to be his father is trying to break into the room. The man tries to open the window,but it's stuck. Right when the figure breaks through the door,the man makes a quick decision and simply jumps through the window and into the blackness. This is a spot that I think I would change to make it something other than the blackness,but this is what happened in the dream.
He wonders in the blackness,somehow aging drastically in the process into his 70s (again,something that I might change or make happen later). Eventually he sees some sort of light in the distance and runs towards it. He eventually finds that he's standing under this light. He steps to the side a little bit a looks up...to see the film image of the producer he is supposed to see sitting in his office. The man is actually standing in the bottom black widescreen bar. He yells out to the producer,but nothing. The producer eventually gets up and leaves his office. The man tries to jump,but can't quite reach the bottom of the image. He then sees another light in direct line with him,so he runs towards it.
This is where the dream gets fuzzy and disjuncted,as it's pretty much nothing but him navigating elevators and subway cars (?) in order to get to his destination. Finally,he ends up in front of the building where the producer's office is. He walks in but sees no secretary and the producer's office door is wide open. He saw nobody in the building on his way up either,so he simply leaves the screenplay on the producer's desk and leaves. As he's walking through the empty streets,he suddenly collapses. Shortly after his body becomes lifeless,life starts to miraculously appear in the streets. Several people see the old man's dead body,including a doctor,who pronounces him dead on the spot.
After that,the producer enters his office to find the Trojan Horse screenplay sitting on his desk. He recognises the name on the front as the individual who he was supposed to see and just assumed the guy missed him and just had the screenplay dropped off. The dream ends with him beginning to read the screenplay that starts with an interior scene of a young male movie enthusiast,on the phone with his friend telling him that he's just about to walk out the door to go drop off his recently completed first screenplay,entitled Trojan Horse,to a big time movie producer that the friend on the phone apparently referenced him to. Basically it's to be assumed that the entire screenplay the producer is reading was the entire surreal journey the man went through to get the screenplay to the producer from start to finish.
Now on the surface it seems like bizarre for the sake of it,but I've actually come to find so many interpretations and meaning not just in the overall story from start to finish,but also in certain spots/scenes of it,none of which I'm going to get into...and btw,none of what happened to the person in the dream is from personal experience,as friends and family have been supportive of my want to become a film maker...plus,I didn't even want to be a film maker when I was in high school.
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Dreams
Nov 5, 2006 19:42:02 GMT -5
Post by Fickle81 on Nov 5, 2006 19:42:02 GMT -5
Had a rather amusing dream last night.
I dreamt that I had been summoned to an empty arena via a note. When I get there,all the sudden,I'm ambushed from behind by what turns out to be both of my step brothers and a hired black cop that looks eerily like Danny Glover. I try the best I could to fight them off,but they end up strapping me to a chair. Thats when my piece of shit mother comes out with 2 female barbers,who then begin to forcefully cut my hair. I try to struggle,but one of the barbers holds my head still while my mom,2 step brothers,and the cop all take their leave.
Eventually I am shaved bald. When it looks like I'm calm,the female barbers begin to unstrap me. However,when I'm free,I end up badly mutilating them with their own scissors. I then go on a Kill Bill style hunt for the rest responsible for my head being shaven.
I start with the Danny Glover look alike cop. I find out where he lives and knock him unconcious just as he is about to leave for work. He wakes up to find himself tied to the front bumper of his car. Thats when I decide to go a little joy riding. I go ridiculously fast during semi rush hour on the freeway,which starts to scare the shit out of the guy. Eventually though,I floor it and jump out of the car in time to see it crash head on into a brick wall at 80 MPH.
Then I move onto my younger step brother,whom I severely bludgeoned with his own electric guitar before burying an axe into the back of his skull. Next up is my older step brother,whom I play a Jigsaw style game with. After knocking him out,he wakes up in a dingy room with his ankle chained to a pipe. He answers the cellphone on the floor where I tell him he has 20 minutes to saw his foor off with the hacksaw laying next to him or his wife and 5 year old daughter die. He does so with about 2 minutes to spare,after finding out that he couldn't saw through the chain,and thats when I show up and tell him that his family was never in danger. He tries to angerly get at me,but I kick him around to the point of helplessness before sawing his head off with the saw.
Finally,my mother. I break into her apartment and find her stash of coke in her dresser. I take it,wait for her to come home,and knock her out. She wakes up strapped to a chair where I force her to snort a whole shit load of coke to the point where he nose begins to bleed. Thats when I take out my chainsaw and rev it up. The combination of the overdose of coke and the fear of me slowly coming closer to her with the chainsaw causes her to start having a heart attack. While she is having said heart attack,I saw her arms and legs off.
I think the moral of the story is that if you forcefully mess with my hair without my consent,you die horribly.
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