Calling yourself in your dreams..

grandtheftbike said:

FLAsurfing said:

Anyone see this dude in their dreams?

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Srs.... Supposedly this creep visits many people in the dream world.


Check it out http://www.thisman.org/history.htm

Honestly, he looks famililar

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if i see this dude tonight...

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I saw a movie clip in the Misc thread and the guy called himself. Movie looked real good. Anyone know the name?


iLLest!

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lobotomybeats said:

I'd like to see a vampire do coke off of a mirror.

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Adrian1221 said:

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I had a full nights sleep last night. I will explain my past to you now.

When I was a kid (8, 9 years old) I was neighbors with a really pretty girl. white, blond. we both lived in 2 story houses, our bedroom windows right across from each other. our parents were good friends and we would play/get baby sat together and do all the neighborly chit that kids did I guess.
So we did the whole soupcan and string thing from window to window and we would talk to each other for a few minutes every night. just kid chit but I feel like we were closer than most.
fast forward, my father passed away, we had to move because we couldn't afford the house and her and I were pretty sad that we couldn't talk. since then we have remained in contact but nothing like what it was.

After I moved I would always dream about the house I used to live in... running around the backyard, doing stupid kid chit. and I would always dream about the Can line. But I don't ever think I would talk to her on it for some reason.
then finally in one of the dreams I picked up the can and asked if she could hear me and she said yeah all happy. good vibes. And we exchanged pleasantries and said "Hey Honestly is over here, do you want to talk to him?"
I don't remember how I felt in my dream but I am sure i felt extremely strange and said yes. As I put the can to my hear I could hear my own voice say "hello" but it reverberated in my ear and in my head over and over for what seemed an eternity and as if the voice in the can were 10,000 miles away. I couldn't understand the words that "I" was saying to myself but I understood the emotions very clearly.
at first it was like "Oh this is cool talking to myself" but then it became very serious and it became even more serious to the point of morbid and my voice was yelling at me and I can't remember what was being said but it was very dark in nature and enough to wake up me instantly. I remember clearly that it was around 4 in the morning on a school day and I wasn't able to go back to sleep.

it made me feel anxious all day. Horrible. Like i was going to die (srs)

fast forward to when I was 17 I was experimenting (okay smokking a lot of) green. As some of you can imagine, our dreams are quite vivid and strange sometimes when we smoke before bed. So knowing my dreams were crazy led me to believe that it was just coincidence... but I learned that it was not. It was much more horrible than that.

the dream was pretty much a trippy one. I was in the street of los angeles (never been there in my life) and it was like a parade of some sort but it was like gangbangers and thugs with 40's in their hands and driving low riders. there were like pitbulls and chihuahuas etc. pretty lulzy.
So I suppose I grew tired of the parade so I started to wander away.. I don't remember the details of how I arrived there (as i hope you will understand after I explain in full detail) but I came across a T-Mobile Sidekick laying on the ground. (back when these phones were the best, lol) so I wanted to see who it belonged to. And I guess to prove that it was mine I decided to call my phone # and it started to vibrate and then ring and I answered the sidekick and just as I was about to say hello I heard the most awful noise in the world. I don't know what else to compare it to other than that high pitched, shrieky noise the alien made in independence day when it was killing that scientist or mind controlling Bill Pullman.
As this was going on, there were words and images flashing into my head. Of family and friends that I couldn't tell if these things had happeened, or if they were just being fabricated right then in my dream. One was of my uncle (who had recently gotten out of prison) was hitting me as a small child. Like 3 years old. and I mean like beating the chit out of me. another was of my 6th grade girlfriend in a ring with her friends laughing for some reason but I felt like they were laughing at me. and there are some other things I saw from my personal life that are so ****** up I honestly do not care to repeat them. All of these images were surrounded by dark... clouds? and were flashing in and out. while in the dream I was feeling mmore and more anxious and miserable like I was dying or bleeding out as the images grew in severity. and then there was black.
and the last thign i remember from the dream is being on my knees in an all black "room" in front of an enormously tall statue, or some kind of mountainous structure.. so tall I couldn't see the top but it extended into those dark "clouds" and the clouds had fire in them.

and then I awoke. I don't remember what time it was that i woke up but i laid in bed for about 2 hours just thinking about what I had dreamed and whether or not I should write it down.. but I knew I would never forget it what I saw so I got out of bed.
I told my mom about it and she gasped when I told her about my uncle hitting me. She started to say she was so sorry and getting really emotional. I was like "wtf why are you sorry"
apparently my uncle beat the chit out of me one day while he was baby sitting and my parents came home and saw me crying with welt on my head and belt marks or something and yelled at him and called the cops on him. but he ran off. he went to a bar or somewhere and got totally ****face drunk and afterwards ended up getting into a car wreck and killing someone. (I never knew why he was in prison until she told me)

IDK what else to say... absolutely nothing good has come from talking to myself in dreams.... too deep misc... too deep....

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(SRS)

I managed to call myself in my dream last night. It started as a normal dream that soon became probably the most fearful experience of my life. I laid down at about 9pm, with my cell phone in my pocket. It was set on loud to enable me to wake up without a doubt. Laying patiently I let my mind wonder on events of the day, fears, joyful experiences and what my possible future life would be like. At approximately 9:30 i felt the sleep kicking into my body, while my mind was still awake, my body was paralized in a sense, but i knew if i tried to move I would have to start the process all over. I resist the urges to move and fell asleep shortly after. As far as what I can remeber my dream was this:

I was in my home it was pitch black in the house besides the glow of a nightlight for my boys down the hall. I proceed down the hall and check on the boys and they are sound asleep. I turned around and my oldest had managed to get behind me "daddy?" he said, I replied "did you potty in the bed?" he looked at me then immediately went back to bed, i tried to wake him back up to make him go and he did not move. I then headed toward my room and the creepiest thing ive ever seen was looking over my own bed and seeing myself. I was sound alseep, wife next to me and out newborn in the bassinet next to her. The difference was though that I saw my phone laying there on the night stand next to my bed. This is when i remembered what the goal of this dream was. I clicked the screen on, and went to the dialer on the phone. "Remeber me? remember me?" a voice came out of no where, it was a chillin voice that i could feel made my heart race. I proceeded to dial my number (#has been changed for obvious reasons) 3-0-1 damnit, 3-0-0 damnit, 6-damnit. It was nearly impossible to dial the #. Suddenly the voice came back, but this time only laughing. I had no idea where it was coming from. I continued to try my # again 3-0-3 2-5-4 damnit! It seemed like this took hours, in the process I looked down at myself and noticed one thing different though. I was bald, i stopped and stared at myself in disbeleif, I didnt know what to make of it. "daddy?" I turn around and see the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life, a shadowy figure with red glowing eyes staring back at me "daddy" it says calmly again, i didnt respond, I tried to speak but I couldnt. "Daddy!" it said louder while slowly moving closer to me..I tried to move but was unable, as if I was was chained down, and mouth was glued shut. "DAAAAADDYY!!" the creature grabbed my hand taking the phone from me. "you've been bad daddy, its time for a TIME OUT!!" at that moment the creature opened it mouth showing its razor sharp teeth while elivating its hand to slash me. I knew I was dead, I knew at this moment i had tapped into something strange just by being able to see myself. Suddenly though it vanished, and here I am in a park, withphone still in hand. I looked around and there was no activitly, it was oddly quiet, I didnt even feel the wind blowing against me. I dialed my # this time perfectly. it rang and rang and rang for which felt like forever. Finally someone picked up...it was silence...with fear in my voice i tremble out a "hello?" it was a long silence, i look at the screen of the phone to make sure the call was still connected. it was, timer read 2:08, finallyi hear a very fant whisper. "thankyou" and then it hung up. Timer then read 2:23. and i woke up.

This is the odd part, I looekd at my phone once i woke up and say I had a missed call and a recieved call. Both from myself. The missed call was at 9:33 approx 3 mins after I fell asleep, the recieved call was at 9:41. I looked at the timer and it was exactly what was in my dream 2:23. I have not been able to sleep since this. Im scared a bit of what I may have done. Everythign is odd today. people looked at me different today getting coffee at the store. children didnt smile at my instead they cowwered a little. I guess the strangest thing of all even more than the call though is when i looked in the mirror this morning.. and saw, that my hair is now starting to thin out. what the hell did I do?

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unsuited said:

i dont get it....whats wrong with staying that way and letting it wear off on its own.....the visual stuff is what makes me anxious .....have u ever tried letting it wear off?

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