Dream Diary

Griffith

With the streak of a tear, Like morning dew
Okay, weird dream last night, check it out…

BTW, these are just notes I took after waking up. It's not supposed to be written well, I haven't proff-read or even read it myself yet. I finished typing it moments ago from whatever I could desperatly remember. Enjoy the charm of that. ;)

First off, I’m Japanese; not a usual thing for me. It starts with me climbing up this cliff with three buddies. We’re right at the top, but getting over is a pain and I don’t have a good grip, I’m practically falling. So I chill and let them climb over so I can have their help (I even think I’m real clever for it, what an ass). But, before that can happen, this uppity, pug-faced Samurai shows up and tells us to get out of there. Naturally, I don’t give a shit, I’m trying to get on top of the cliff. So, step and fetch goes and gets his master, greeeeat. So then his pug-faced master shows up (great, their family), coming out of this large hut about 15 feet from the cliff. When this guy shows up and starts throwing big blue clubs at me, I manage to climb over the top of the cliff instantly. And I shit you not; the guy was throwing big, blue, Flintstone’s style clubs at me. So now I’m deflecting clubs while my cowardly buddies scurry about elsewhere, I guess they’re keeping the other guy busy. Anyway, now that I’ve climbed the cliff, there’s this bamboo bridge/platform behind me. What the fuck!? Well, I pick up a club and start running from this guy while he continues to launch heavy shit in my direction. The clubs are sharp at the end of the handle and double as spears. I figure I’ll nail him with that. Before I can bust a Matrix-move, though, I fall through the fucking platform. Instead of falling to my death though, I land on grass about 7 feet below…okay. I never did technically look down while I was climbing the top of the “cliff”, but I had envisioned a beautiful tropical jungle miles below. Anyway, knowing he thinks it’s still a cliff (I don’t know why he should, sine he lives there), I run around to the other side and ambush him from below. Now, The View is on… yes, the duel ends where The View begins. All the horrible woman of the view are there, and they’re interviewing Heidi Fleiss about becoming a hooker/Madam. Naturally they keep interrupting her story to cast judgment on her and whatnot. And for some reason, Heidi Fleiss is Julianne Moore, I just don’t know why. She’s desperately trying to talk about being a hooker while the View women YAK YAK YAK! Anyway, the segment eventually ends and guess what! Now I’m inside the hut with the Samurai and it’s a brothel!! Neato, my dream has clever segues like a sassy independent film. Or a big budget movie trying to look independent. So, naturally, me and my buds want to screw the hookers. But the Samurai don’t want that, they’re guarding the hookers for some reason. There’s other Samurai, but their faceless dudes, no real purpose in the dream other then to give the place a little showing of numbers. So, me and my friends start to get into their armor. I find a giant empty room with a horse in it, and some awesome armor sitting on top of it. But I’m thrown out before anything can be done. Anyway, I manage to screw on e of the girls, a hot blonde that acts kinda retarded (imagine that). Well, the Samurai get all bent out of shape about it and decide to commit seppuku. This was the funniest part of the dream watching these guys awkwardly ram their swords through themselves. They did not look cool, or horrifying at all, it was just pure comedy. Anyway, Im’ trying to get into the super armor again, when the Samurai that just killed themselves show up alive! The master is angry at his pug-faced son for disgracing the family, he stabs him through the stomach, then slices down! YIKES! I ran out of the room slightly horrified, slightly amused (I never liked the jerk). So, then this hooker that I don’t think is that hot is supposedly taking me to the prize of the place. The room is like a closet, and the girl is under a pile of fluffy clothes and stuff animals and shit. And OH MY GOD is she cute! Total dream female. No girl could be this big and this small at the same time if you know what I mean. Red hair and big brown eyes, perfect skin, long legs...well, I better focus oin writing this... She’s also totally innocent, to the point where she seems retarded too…VERY RETARDED. =) Well, I attack her and her mammoth mammeries while she just giggles like a goof and says things like “Weee” and “I want it”. Anyway, I’m pretty sure this makes me a pig. =) But, then, suddenly, she starts oozing this black stuff and it’s getting everywhere, I’m grossed out and jump back. The stuff is like the symbiote from Spider-Man. The other hooker (who was watching me and the other one the whole time, I think she told me to be gentle promting the “I want it” from the giggle whore) says that it’s some strange disease. Well, everyone’s getting infected with this shit. So it’s time for me to leave, yo. I run to that room with the horse and armor, avoiding sloppy zombies along the way. I clib on board and ride on out of dreamland. THE END

-Griffith
 

krunkster

mankowodaisuki
Possible Analysis of Dream

First off, I’m Japanese; not a usual thing for me.
But you probably wish it was....

It starts with me climbing up this cliff with three buddies.
We’re right at the top, but getting over is a pain and
I don’t have a good grip, I’m practically falling.
This describes an act of gay sex.
Attempting to reach climax, but failing to achieve.

So I chill and let them climb over so I can have their help
(I even think I’m real clever for it, what an ass).
You submit and let them come first.
Shows you have a submissive love life IRL.

But, before that can happen, this uppity, pug-faced Samurai shows up and
tells us to get out of there. Naturally, I don’t give a shit,
I’m trying to get on top of the cliff.
The ugly apparition is a manifestation of your closeted self-loathing.
It's what's preventing you from orgasaming during sex.


So, step and fetch goes and gets his master, greeeeat.
So then his pug-faced master shows up (great, their family),
coming out of this large hut about 15 feet from the cliff.
Your self destructive self conscious was formed by years
of societal influence. Society appears to be against you.

When this guy shows up and starts throwing big blue clubs at me,
[(Insults, propoganda, threats) = Clubs] [Depression = Blue]
All the weapons society has used to attack your self esteem.

I manage to climb over the top of the cliff instantly.
Confronting your assalant gets you off?

And I shit you not; the guy was throwing big, blue, Flintstone’s style
clubs at me. So now I’m deflecting clubs while my cowardly buddies scurry
about elsewhere, I guess they’re keeping the other guy busy.
NO! They are not your friends...
Don't associate people you have sex with as friends.
And don't make excuses up for them either...
They are cowardly.

Anyway, now that I’ve climbed the cliff, there’s this bamboo
bridge/platform behind me. What the fuck!?
Sex clouds your mind, and hides what's often right in front of you.

Well, I pick up a club and start running from this guy while he continues
to launch heavy shit in my direction. The clubs are sharp at the end of
the handle and double as spears. I figure I’ll nail him with that.
This show your desire to fight back against society.
But why rebel using their own weapons?

Before I can bust a Matrix-move, though, I fall through the fucking
platform. Instead of falling to my death though, I land on grass about
7 feet below…okay. I never did technically look down while I was
climbing the top of the “cliff”, but I had envisioned a beautiful tropical
jungle miles below.
You think sex is going to make you happy, but in reality it's very plain.
Physical love is not going to lead you anywhere special.

Anyway, knowing he thinks it’s still a cliff (I don’t know why he should,
sine he lives there), I run around to the other side and ambush him from
below. Now, The View is on… yes, the duel ends where The View begins.
You can't confront your sub-concious directly.
Scenery changes for a different approach.

All the horrible woman of the view are there, and they’re interviewing
Heidi Fleiss about becoming a hooker/Madam. Naturally they keep
interrupting her story to cast judgment on her and whatnot. And for some
reason, Heidi Fleiss is Julianne Moore, I just don’t know why.
She’s esperately trying to talk about being a hooker
while the View women YAK YAK YAK!
This is a summary of all your womanly relationships.
Julianne Moore represnts your mother, your afraid she might be
like the other women in your life.
Girls talk too much.....

Anyway, the segment eventually ends and guess what!
Now I’m inside the hut with the Samurai and it’s a brothel!!
Neato, my dream has clever segues like a sassy independent film.
Or a big budget movie trying to look independent.
So, naturally, me and my buds want to screw the hookers.
Wow, now you are trying to see yourself as a part of the society
that you think won't accept you, and natuarally all of these samurai
masculine role-models are extremely heterosexual.

But the Samurai don’t want that, they’re guarding the hookers for some
reason. There’s other Samurai, but their faceless dudes, no real purpose
in the dream other then to give the place a little showing of numbers.
Society is very large in numbers, and don't seem to accept you.

So, me and my friends start to get into their armor.
You're trying to fit in.

I find a giant empty room with a horse in it, and some awesome armor
sitting on top of it. But I’m thrown out before anything can be done.
You can't fit in... You are different.
And you need to realize that that isn't a bad thing.


Anyway, I manage to screw on e of the girls, a hot blonde that acts kinda
retarded (imagine that).
Not a very favoring perception of women, but you are managaing to fit in.
Only you'll realize that fitting in won't make you happy.

Well, the Samurai get all bent out of shape about it and decide to commit
seppuku. This was the funniest part of the dream watching these guys
awkwardly ram their swords through themselves. They did not look cool,
or horrifying at all, it was just pure comedy.
Anyway, Im’ trying to get into the super armor again, when the Samurai that
just killed themselves show up alive! The master is angry at his pug-faced
son for disgracing the family, he stabs him through the stomach, then
slices down! YIKES! I ran out of the room slightly horrified,
slightly amused (I never liked the jerk).
You are think that it would be funny if all those guys who hated you
over the years could see you now. You are proving them wrong...
"Who's the fag now!" you'd say, and they'd all die of shame.
Then your head would be cleared of all that self hating.
And you would be free from your depression.
I think you'd laugh till tears ran down your face if life wa that simple.

So, then this hooker that I don’t think is that hot is supposedly taking me
to the prize of the place. The room is like a closet, and the girl is
under a pile of fluffy clothes and stuff animals and shit. And OH MY GOD
is she cute! Total dream female. No girl could be this big and this small
at the same time if you know what I mean.
Things are good for you now in your dream.
You've abandoned your true self.
Become a part of the society you hate,
And achieve what you percieve to be their ultimate fantasy.

Red hair and big brown eyes,perfect skin, long legs...
Reflections of your mother figure (Julianne Moore) again.

well, I better focus oin writing this... She’s
also totally innocent, to the point where she seems retarded too…VERY
RETARDED. =) Well, I attack her and her mammoth mammeries while she
just giggles like a goof and says things like “Weee” and “I want it”.
Reminiscent of your previous view of women in general

Anyway, I’m pretty sure this makes me a pig. =)
You HAVE become a pig, the figmant that represnet those
who you percieve to hate you.

But, then, suddenly, she starts oozing this black stuff and it’s getting
everywhere, I’m grossed out and jump back. The stuff is like the
symbiote from Spider-Man. The other hooker (who was watching me and the
other one the whole time, I think she told me to be gentle promting the
“I want it” from the giggle whore) says that it’s some strange disease.
Well, everyone’s getting infected with this shit.
Now here's the lesson!
You aren't attracted to women in that way, no matter what you do!
You are who you are.
Don't try to be someone else.

So it’s time for me to leave, yo. I run to that room with the horse and
armor, avoiding sloppy zombies along the way. I clib on board and ride
on out of dreamland. THE END
The relaization was probably to much for you.
You need to confront and analyze your feelings.
 

Griffith

With the streak of a tear, Like morning dew
Sorry, Krunkster, not bad, but you still made the classic mistake.


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“Anger, social resentment, sexual frustration--?"

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“No, he covets!
 

Griffith

With the streak of a tear, Like morning dew
NEW DREAM!

Okay, check it out, I’m walking around the halls of UC Santa Cruz, except it’s like a bizarro UCSC, things all seem a little warped. I go into one of the bathrooms where there’s a huge ruckus going on. Little did I know the scary sight I was going to see: George W. Bush fucking 3 hot college girls in the shower! If that idea alone isn’t bad enough, the guy was actually like a fucking animal, he’s pounding them like crazy; these chicks were screaming and water was flying everywhere. Needless to say, I was little shocked to see Commander In Chief Bush dealing out some serious deep-dicking to barely legal babes. It actually came to me in the dream, “Wait a minute, Bush is a God-fearing family man, he wouldn’t be cheating on his wife!?” Okay, so the torrent subsides and girls are showering and acting giggly around him. Then Bush leans out of the shower and addresses me, he says, “Hey man, you cool?” with a big cheesy grin, and I shit you not, he was wearing surfer sunglasses! “You ain’t gonna tell nobody about this, are you?” I guess some of his unnatural, disgusting cool had rubbed off on me because without blinking an eye I say, “Not if I get to fuck those chicks.” Well, he starts grinning away (now that I think of it, he kinda looks like the Cheetos leopard) and basically we have a deal. So dubya just disappears from the dream altogether and I’m fucking the hot chicks (yes, as soon as I woke up, it occurred to me how gross fucking the chicks right after Dubya did is, but dreams are clean like cartoons, so fuck you). Anyway, the sex sequence last like 2 seconds, it’s like a montage of great moments, but I don’t actually get to experience it in real time (thanks subconscious!). Then things shift gears and I’m talking to this girl I know on a queen-sized bed. To protect the innocent I’ll call her “Sally Bigonesdownthehill.” So I’m talking to Sally about the whole thing about how I want another chance with those girls (since I was cheated the first time). Sally’s apparently higher ranking in the narrative than me because she says the girls don’t want to do me and that, “They weren’t exactly impressed with your performance.” At this point, I had just about enough of this dream and then she admits to telling them herself not to do me anymore. I’m enraged by her actions. “What the fuck!? First, YOU deny me! (ßMy favorite line of this dream hands down) Now, you’re sabotaging me with other chicks!? Are you insane!?” Then she goes into a sad little feminist yap yap yap and I lose it, “I should have tried harder, huh? I shouldn’t have been so passive and patient! I should have been on you everyday like a jerk! I should have just gotten you drunk and had my way with you! That would have worked, wouldn’t it? That’s what you really wanted; a big asshole to take you! Isn’t it!? ISN’T IT!?” Then she meekly copped to it and I fell over going “URRRRGGHHHHH!!!” It was like I was falling through wormholes going through all time and space and then I slowly fazed into reality and was in my bed (the couch). THE END.

-Griffith
 
T

temporary

Guest
My dreams:

I close my eyes and fall asleep. I see my alarm clock, I look away for a moment, then turn back and look at my clock again and its time to wake up -_-;;
 

krunkster

mankowodaisuki
Yo Griff,
I don't have time for a full analysis this time but I have some advice:
Stop watching the news.
Stop eating Cheetos.
Stop sleeping on the couch.
Stop hating your mother.
And for the love of god man, get laid and Stop having so many sex dreams!
 
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