Lucky you. Waking up on the table is interesting. Trust me. (I didn’t panic, but I did see the surgeon freak when he realized I was aware. That bothered me in the few seconds I had left before the gas put me under again.)
People actually do this already…
Timely reference to Jesse Recklaw’s Slow Wave website.
I had a dream… once that there was this quarter of a cheese wheel. It had stubby little legs. It was running away from a bunny, who was hopping after it. That’s all it was until I was about to wake up. Then a giant foot (like a monty python foot) came down and squashed them both. I woke up and stared at the ceiling for about 5 minutes wondering if it was safe to get out of bed.
(by the way, by the behest of several members, i’m trying this “capitalization” thing. is there a difference? i may just switch it back up next week…gotta keep you all on your toes, ya know.)
Ok, feel free to pick whatever part of this mishmash is best for you to draw, AFG. 
I’m shopping in London on a school trip. Suddenly, a black hole opens up in the middle of town (it looks like a black purpley orb, btw, with electricity crackling around it. Yay for special effects!). Everything starts getting sucked in, but it’s building up slowly enough so that there’s time for escaping, and so me and some other random people manage to get on the school bus (one of your U.S. yellow types) and get driven off.
Later, we stop by a petrol/gas station. Some of us get out to stretch our legs (apparently the black hole doesn’t reach this far). But when I try and get back on the bus when we’re all leaving, Ben Affleck (who for some reason is the driver now) says there’s only one seat left, and two of us trying to get on, the other being Keira Knightley*. Guess who Ben lets on the bus?**
Luckily there’s a car left unattended, so I steal it and follow. Well, I say follow, but what I mean is chase, because suddenly it’s all a race - to get to Portsmouth F.C. football stadium, apparently, as that’s where we end up. Which, all of a sudden, is in the middle of an oil rig-type structure just off the coast. People are all milling around.
Then, new place again. Still an oil rig structure, but now further out to sea, and the stadium is gone - there’s just a flat metal grill kinda surface with one pylon in the middle. I see three of my school friends (as in, individually - I recognised them as who they were, not just as random friends) doing some kind of dance-y ritual type thing, wearing blue and waving blue cloths. It all looks strange, and I decide they’re doing evil magic. I go over to them, hiding, and they summon a vortex-thing with floating blue orbs/apples in. I fly up the vortex and take the orbs/apples out, then get out. I’m feeling proud that I stopped the evil.
Then they tell me that actually, they were saving everyone - and i’ve ruined it. To make up for it, I go looking for the stuff they need to do the ritual again. I go and get some more of the blue apples, which are growing on vines on the pylon and other buildings (which have now appeared).
And then I woke up.
*I’ve only ever dreamed about Keira this once. Damnation! I would have much preferred a situation more like Mr Bus Guy’s Audrey Hepburn one.
** To be fair to the guy, I would have made the same decision.
Hm. If she can draw this dream, I think she’s got some gallery space in a museum somewhere with her name on it. Nice dream, though. Anyone ever had a lucid dream in here?
Oh…as an aside…I would SO toss it in Keira Knightley’s butt.
Carry on!
There was also the dream where I was in a hospital. But it wasn’t any ordinary hospital–it was a mental hospital.
But it wasn’t even an ordinary mental hospital. I’d been locked up in a place specially designed to hold people who thought Elvis Presley was still alive.
I never believed he was still alive–when I heard the news of his death I knew that was it. But in that dream I was locked up with these people and I didn’t like it.
I got out somehow. Went up I-75 to Wisconsin, with the police after me.
Granted, I-75 doesn’t actually go through Wisconsin. But I think I still got away.
Cool
My Dream
I’d rather you not do the dreams where I’m covered in my own fecal matter. Or the one where my teeth fall out. Or where my little sister stuck her head in lava and then looked over at me only her head was covered in … Well, you can imagine.
There was also the one where I was walking along a deserted street, apparantly the last living person alive and was blown up but kept dreaming after I died.
There was also the dream where I was merrily swinging through the tree tops like Tarzan. The trees made a tunnel 30 feet tall and 10 feet wide with thick, dark forest walling things in. I was swinging along at the top. It turned to the right and I couldn’t see the end but there was a bright golden glow at the end. I must have swung about 5 minutes before I woke up. never did get to find out what was at the end.
Do the one you feel best about but try not to give me more nightmares.
I’ve posted bits from some of my more memorable dreams here and here. Do any of them tickle your fancy?
Alrighty, got some done. I’ll fire 'em off to Hal.
I’ve always been grateful that I had surgery young enough before I heard all those dreadful stories. So, you know, I already know that I sleep soundly under anaesthasia (that is a bugger to spell) and didn’t fret about it. I’m glad you at least fell back asleep!
I had the best dream ever last night.
In it, a guy I had a crush on for years (we’ll call him Bob but that’s not his name in real life) and I and a large group of people went to a museum. Bob and I randomly discovered a room of women’s lingerie in a semi-hidden back room of the museum.
Now, Bob is not tall, but not short either, thin, very young and innocent-looking (but he’s around 23), and has a beard, but in the dream he was clean-shaven. In real life, he is very attractive to me but most people would consider him “cute and sweet” rather than “totally hunky”. Anyway, he found some sort of white, lacy, waist-cinching corset with garters on it, and white thigh-highs. So what did he do? He secretly put them on, along with some white panties and a subtle, flattering pink lipstick, and came out from behind a curtain to surprise me, with the intent of making me laugh, but that was not what happened. In fact, it was such a turn-on to me, apparently, that we had sex right there in the museum. When a group member came back, we were almost caught, but we hid under a blanket.
(I wonder if this is the kind of dream I could tell him about to make him laugh, or if I should just keep it to myself. Probably the latter.)
My recurring dreams are all fairly disturbing (earthquakes, plane crashes, nuclear explosions, Pauly Shore movies, that sort of thing).
The least disturbing:
I dream that I wake up in the morning (always disorienting), and I discover, working my mouth to get out the dryness, that my teeth feel sort of loose. I do my morning routine, which includes brushing my teeth very carefully so as not to knock any of them out. I then go to work, with my teeth becoming progressively more loose as the day progresses. I can’t really talk with my co-workers, because eventually I’m holding my teeth in place with my tongue.
The dream never gets to the point that my teeth are actually falling out, but it’s pretty nerve-wracking all the same, and I wake up sweaty and anxious.
If that’s too much of a nightmare, then maybe you’d prefer the one where I’m a redshirt following Kirk and Spock on an away mission to a forest planet and we’re in color but the forest is black and white there are hundreds of squirrels who talk in meaningless rhymes and refuse to answer our questions while we get more and more lost among the trees. Only had that dream once, but it definitely made an impression.
My two dreams last night:
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A terrorist detonated a nuclear bomb in New York City. This had several effects on the college I attend. First, the air inside has become filled with deadly radiation; that, combined with the mass power outages, meant we needed to get outside. But just as we approached the outside doors, tiny deadly tornadoes, black as trucksmoke, whirled up, sucking several hapless studetns into them and pulverizing the students. After awhile the tornadoes died away, and torrential rains began; I ran into the rain to take a fully-clothed shower, hoping to wash away the radiation from inside.
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I was Jesus, leading my people (including Roman Soldiers paddling down a river on their large shields) to the promised land. The promised land was a river-cave, currently under construction, but screw that: I was Jesus, and I floated past the workers and used my Freeze-o powers on any who tried to stop us. The men’s restroom was out of order, so I used a stall in the women’s restroom. Satan, sitting in the next stall over, tried to corrupt me, but I didn’t listen: what kind of absurd demon tries to corrupt you in the john? A member of my cadre went into an unstable cavern, and I flew in to save her, but I discovered that she’d already fallen to her death (or was she pushed?) so I lifted her up to the ceiling, comforting her along the way, and gave her a boost up to heaven.
Illustrate that!
Daniel
Sheesh, I have dreams at least as nutsoid as these on a nightly basis. Usually a couple per night.
Last night, I dreamed that I was back in high school, living with my parents. I was in my room, watching a “famous Mexican horror movie” about immortal leaf monsters who lived in marshes and killed random people who’d wander up to the shores. There were also a bunch of scantily-clad vampire-ish women swimming around in the marsh, though I couldn’t figure out why. Anyway, the movie was boring me, so I turned it off, then I decided it’d be cool to turn into one of the leaf monster things, because then I’d be immortal and everything, plus I could freak people out and that would be funny.
So, I performed the Magical Rite of Turning Yourself Into A Leaf Monster, which of course I knew off the top of my head. I looked at myself in the mirror and discovered it had sort of worked; I wasn’t one of the Swamp Thing-esque deals from the movie, but I looked basically like a human who’d been covered in lots and lots of ivy. If I held my arms out, I resembled a big leafy star. Good enough. I decided to go out into the living room and scare my two younger stepsisters. I did, but instead of being scared, their reactions were more or less :dubious:, at which point they went back to playing their video game. Darn. Well, I had had enough of being an immortal leaf monster, since what good is it if you can’t even scare little girls, so I went to the fridge to get out the Magical Bottle of Milk of Making You Not A Leaf Monster Anymore, which of course we had.
But, at this point, I had a sudden realization: I was wearing my glasses, and if I drank the milk and then my glasses fell off, I would die…so I asked my oldest stepsister to come make sure my glasses didn’t fall off while I drank the stuff. I downed the bottle, and turned back into a human, but as I finished it I felt my glasses sliding off my face. My stepsister was just standing there looking at me like I was an idiot. My glasses fell off, and I found myself lying on my (in-dream) bed, staring up at the ceiling. I didn’t try to move, because I figured I couldn’t, since I was probably dead. I then began to get very scared, seeing as how I was conscious despite my deadness, and spending the rest of eternity staring at my bedroom ceiling was not a very pleasant notion. So, I tried to scream out “NOOOOOOOO!” (hey, it seemed like the thing to do at the time)…and I succeeded. Then I realized I could move. I decided that was stupid, so then I woke up.
The best part about my dreams is, when I spend the night with someone else, they always wonder what the hell I’m laughing about when I wake up in the morning.
And let me just say…I spent over an hour pulling my damn hair out trying to figure out why the images weren’t displaying. Silly me, using an “a href=” tag where a “img src=” tag was supposed to go… :smack:
Hal, thanks for putting these up.
AFG, that manatee is perfect! I think it’s going to be my desktop for a while, now. 
That is exactly what the Space Nazis look like. You’re one of them, aren’t you???
One word:
Whoa.
Perfection!