I was in my room in my old house watching a Lupin special that was supposed to be the latest one in whatever universe and time my dream took place in. I was all excited to see it, wondering if I'd like it and hoping I would.
I sadly only watched a little bit of it before I had to go somewhere, so I don't know much of what it was about.
What I remember of it was Lupin got some time traveling stone and had to go back to the past in order to stop a guy from destroying the planet in the future.
Ew.
I liked the style it was in and it seemed full of action, and I liked that. I think it was even more violent than specials usually are. That or that was what I was hoping as I watched.
But, ew.
I had actually forgot about this dream until I was mocking Lupin earlier for how they make him in the specials. xD
Seriously, can he go back to just stealing stuff? And not stealing stuff in order to save the world? And can there be blood and violence just once in these things? Is that too damn much to ask for?!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Weird Cop Dream
I was a detective or something, since I wasn't in a police uniform, just my normal clothes. Me and a group of cops and detectives and such were sent to the house of a serial killer. The house was a small one story house with an attic and the killer guy used it as a rental house.
The last family he rented it out to were religious, the husband some sort of priest or something. As we searched the house some of their belongings were left behind, mainly mail, Christmas decorations and photos.
I walked through the house and entered a room with all these old small appliances in them, like old microwaves and old toasters. In the back of the room was a stacked washer and dryer that had been turned into a cabinet somehow. I pulled open the front and it revealed a safe. I said something like "And... there it is!" as I motioned to the safe. The other cops just stared at me, like I did nothing huge, and asked me what I was talking about. I was annoyed and pointed to the safe, which they still didn't see. I then had to yell "It's a safe" to get them to notice it. I rolled my eyes and continued searching the house.
In the back corner of the house was a small closet. I opened it and looked inside a small paper bag that was on a shelf. Inside of it were letters with prayers and wishes and stuff written on them. I showed them to my captain and he was very interested in them. This was when I found out who had once rented the house and that these letters were sent to the priest, as he was seen as some miracle holy guy.
My captain figured that the serial killer got all these letters after the family had moved and that it angered him, so he was out looking for the family. He told me to go somewhere, so I left the house and jumped in my car and drove off. As I drove away from the house one of those old and very long Lincolns or Cadillacs that was white passed me. I found it suspicious, so I radioed into my captain about the car. A quick search on the plates was done and they found it was nobody.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I stopped off at an Arby's to use theirs. The bathrooms were down this really long hallway. And then when I walked inside of the bathroom it was huge, a maze of stalls that I had to walk through. I wandered around and found one to my liking and got inside. I closed the door and locked it and saw a single leather working glove on the floor.
I freaked out because apparently that was the calling card of the serial killer, leaving behind one item that had to do with construction, since that was the work he did. I backed away from the glove slowly and then frantically unlocked the door and ran out. As I got to one of the doors I passed through I saw one of those flimsy face masks on the floor. I ran through the door and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over my shoulder and from above one of the stall doors I saw the top of a bright blue clown-type afro wig, the killer always dressed like a clown when he killed his victims.
That made me freak out more and I ran out of the second doorway into the hall and ran to my car, getting on the radio and telling my captain what had happened. He said that the killer uses police radios to see where the police are and that he was using my radio to follow me and that I had to turn it off and get out of there.
And then sadly I woke up.
The last family he rented it out to were religious, the husband some sort of priest or something. As we searched the house some of their belongings were left behind, mainly mail, Christmas decorations and photos.
I walked through the house and entered a room with all these old small appliances in them, like old microwaves and old toasters. In the back of the room was a stacked washer and dryer that had been turned into a cabinet somehow. I pulled open the front and it revealed a safe. I said something like "And... there it is!" as I motioned to the safe. The other cops just stared at me, like I did nothing huge, and asked me what I was talking about. I was annoyed and pointed to the safe, which they still didn't see. I then had to yell "It's a safe" to get them to notice it. I rolled my eyes and continued searching the house.
In the back corner of the house was a small closet. I opened it and looked inside a small paper bag that was on a shelf. Inside of it were letters with prayers and wishes and stuff written on them. I showed them to my captain and he was very interested in them. This was when I found out who had once rented the house and that these letters were sent to the priest, as he was seen as some miracle holy guy.
My captain figured that the serial killer got all these letters after the family had moved and that it angered him, so he was out looking for the family. He told me to go somewhere, so I left the house and jumped in my car and drove off. As I drove away from the house one of those old and very long Lincolns or Cadillacs that was white passed me. I found it suspicious, so I radioed into my captain about the car. A quick search on the plates was done and they found it was nobody.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I stopped off at an Arby's to use theirs. The bathrooms were down this really long hallway. And then when I walked inside of the bathroom it was huge, a maze of stalls that I had to walk through. I wandered around and found one to my liking and got inside. I closed the door and locked it and saw a single leather working glove on the floor.
I freaked out because apparently that was the calling card of the serial killer, leaving behind one item that had to do with construction, since that was the work he did. I backed away from the glove slowly and then frantically unlocked the door and ran out. As I got to one of the doors I passed through I saw one of those flimsy face masks on the floor. I ran through the door and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over my shoulder and from above one of the stall doors I saw the top of a bright blue clown-type afro wig, the killer always dressed like a clown when he killed his victims.
That made me freak out more and I ran out of the second doorway into the hall and ran to my car, getting on the radio and telling my captain what had happened. He said that the killer uses police radios to see where the police are and that he was using my radio to follow me and that I had to turn it off and get out of there.
And then sadly I woke up.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Weird Dream
It began in a prison that I worked in. I was a cop or a guard or something. The prison was large and gray and clean.
I walked down to the end of a hall to a cell with one prisoner in it, who was like a trouble maker. Since he was alone he seemed fine, so I talked to him about something and then walked off.
As I was walking to the break room shots rang out. There were a lot of shots fired and then suddenly everything became quiet. I ducked down in the hallway I was in and when the shots stopped I ran to the location with my gun drawn.
The trouble maker prisoner who seemed so innocent was standing in his cell with blood splattered all over him. In front of his cell was a pile of dead guards. I just stood and stared at them, frightened, as the prisoner stared at me expressionless. I wondered how he was able to get one of the guns and if he would use it on me next.
I began to feel sick and ran off as other guards got to the scene. I ran into the break room and stood there. Inside was a woman and her kid, who was around three or four or so.
And then it got weird.
The woman was in the middle of teaching her kid and I just stared at them. I somehow knew that the kid was the past version of a friend of mine, that I had somehow jumped into the past. The woman had to leave to do something and asked me to watch her kid. I said nothing and the woman just left.
As I stood and watched the kid play with her toys I wondered if I should tell the woman what she really turns out to be like or if I should say nothing and let her find out for herself.
But, in the dream, current friend was very much into porn and crap, and it made me wonder what happened that messed her up so bad, in a comical way.
And then the woman came back and began to teach her kid again and I sat and talked to the woman about the shooting, as she was calmly asking about what had happened. I told her as I stared off stone-faced and she was very calm as she voiced her concern. And then I began to talk about how I couldn't take the job anymore, how it was so awful, how I just dealt with it, but after that incident I couldn't. And she told me something about being strong and how I could handle it.
And then I woke up.
I walked down to the end of a hall to a cell with one prisoner in it, who was like a trouble maker. Since he was alone he seemed fine, so I talked to him about something and then walked off.
As I was walking to the break room shots rang out. There were a lot of shots fired and then suddenly everything became quiet. I ducked down in the hallway I was in and when the shots stopped I ran to the location with my gun drawn.
The trouble maker prisoner who seemed so innocent was standing in his cell with blood splattered all over him. In front of his cell was a pile of dead guards. I just stood and stared at them, frightened, as the prisoner stared at me expressionless. I wondered how he was able to get one of the guns and if he would use it on me next.
I began to feel sick and ran off as other guards got to the scene. I ran into the break room and stood there. Inside was a woman and her kid, who was around three or four or so.
And then it got weird.
The woman was in the middle of teaching her kid and I just stared at them. I somehow knew that the kid was the past version of a friend of mine, that I had somehow jumped into the past. The woman had to leave to do something and asked me to watch her kid. I said nothing and the woman just left.
As I stood and watched the kid play with her toys I wondered if I should tell the woman what she really turns out to be like or if I should say nothing and let her find out for herself.
But, in the dream, current friend was very much into porn and crap, and it made me wonder what happened that messed her up so bad, in a comical way.
And then the woman came back and began to teach her kid again and I sat and talked to the woman about the shooting, as she was calmly asking about what had happened. I told her as I stared off stone-faced and she was very calm as she voiced her concern. And then I began to talk about how I couldn't take the job anymore, how it was so awful, how I just dealt with it, but after that incident I couldn't. And she told me something about being strong and how I could handle it.
And then I woke up.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Lupin Dream
It was short, but at least I remembered it after waking up. xP
There was a new Lupin series and the characters were drawn in a style similar to the recent specials. In one scene I saw it was winter and they were all dressed in winter-type clothes. I was happy that it was more like real life, where they didn't wear their usual clothes all the time. I was unhappy how they acted.
In the scene I saw, they were all very happy and kid-like, running from a store excitedly while holding giant assortments of flowers in their hand
I don't know what the point of that was, but it annoyed me.
I also saw a small clip from another episode where they were dressed appropriately. I don't know what it involved or how they were dressed, since I can't remember that part, but I seem to remember it was hot and they went somewhere and weren't in their usual clothes. And they probably looked really stupid. xD
But, I'm sure a series like that would be better than the crap series they have now. At least I would be able to look at it...
There was a new Lupin series and the characters were drawn in a style similar to the recent specials. In one scene I saw it was winter and they were all dressed in winter-type clothes. I was happy that it was more like real life, where they didn't wear their usual clothes all the time. I was unhappy how they acted.
In the scene I saw, they were all very happy and kid-like, running from a store excitedly while holding giant assortments of flowers in their hand
I don't know what the point of that was, but it annoyed me.
I also saw a small clip from another episode where they were dressed appropriately. I don't know what it involved or how they were dressed, since I can't remember that part, but I seem to remember it was hot and they went somewhere and weren't in their usual clothes. And they probably looked really stupid. xD
But, I'm sure a series like that would be better than the crap series they have now. At least I would be able to look at it...
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Psych Dream
I was watching this last night when I fell asleep, so I guess it's only natural I dream about it.
Shawn had something happen to him. I forget what it was, sadly. But, every night at 8pm a ghost would race after him and if it touched him he would become a ghost, stuck as one for a set amount of time until he turned back to normal. And then the cycle would continue.
So, he was working on a case and he lived in some apartments and he was running across this large expanse of grass trying to reach the apartment building before the ghost could catch up to him. He looked back as this transparent glowing blue streak raced towards him. He kept yelling for Gus, something about the case. Before he could reach the apartments the ghost touched him and turned him into a ghost. He was then annoyed, as he had no way to talk to anyone about what he had found out.
And then I woke up. xD
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Ghostie Dream
From 8pm until a little after 1am I was watching Haunted on BxxWeb. And although I don't think anything really weird happened, I had an odd dream this morning, which is usually when I dream.
I was working on a paranormal team and we were investigating this large old abandoned Victorian house. The interior of it was old looking, as if someone either kept the original furniture of the house or the original owners just up and left and nobody broke into the place and trashed it.
But it had the old chandeliers and the old ornate furniture with the flora patterns and dark colors and crap. And the stairs going to the second floor were narrow and creepy. Not sure why they were creepy, but in the dream I wanted nothing to do with them.
Sadly I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but from the point I do remember me and some of the other members are down in the living room or parlor or wherever. It was a large open room that faced the stairs. It wasn't the entry, but it was almost right inside the front door.
We are talking about all of the evidence we had gotten so far and were more creeped out than when we first got there. Supposedly an old woman haunted the place and we had gotten audio evidence of her.
The head of our team was Jason from Ghost Hunters (eww) and he was upstairs gathering evidence while we were talking. Somewhere in the room (It seemed to keep morphing and wasn't really all that clear what shape or where in the house it was.) was set up two tables, both covered in white cloth. On the larger table set on the right was a large floral arrangement. To the right of the arrangement were two plates with cookies on them. Another plate of cookies was on the left of the flowers.
When we first got there the cookies were set out, but some of us didn't want to eat them as we didn't trust them. At the point when we are talking I was really hungry and just didn't care. And another investigator had been eating them all night and mentioned how he was still alive and felt fine. So me and the other suspicious people dug in. On the left of the large table were two crock pots. One was big and one was small. I'm not sure which, but one of them had chili in it. The other one I think had some kind of stew.
The two crock pots didn't have the outer metal part with them, it was just the ceramic parts sitting there. I mentioned this and that without the metal parts to heat them that the food would get cold. As I mentioned it one of the guys was filming the table. Jason came down the stairs and the one filming the table pulled his camera up to film Jason. They then pulled the camera back down and started to freak out.
I looked down at the crock pots to see that the one with the chili in it now had the outer metal part. I backed up a little scared and tried to act like I wasn't and said something about how I did mention that the food would get cold, as if it was the expected thing to do, the metal part just suddenly appearing there to warm it up.
Jason was curious so we all watched the footage. And then he mentioned how that wasn't the only thing that had happened.
Next to the large table was a smaller table. On it I don't remember. I think it was more food. Behind that table was the stove, a thick piece of wood set on the burners so things could be set on it.
On the footage we all saw that the table and oven had switched places. We looked up to see that it really had happened and we were all freaked out (except for Jason, of course, as he seems too bored all the time to even get excited) and wondered how those two heavy things could switch places that fast and that quietly.
And that was when I woke up, my heart beating a hundred miles a second. Luckily it was light in the room. xD And then when I tried to go back to sleep that same dream continued where I left off. I had to keep opening my eyes as I was still freaked out by it. Finally it didn't come back and I went back to sleep to dream about I don't know what.
I was working on a paranormal team and we were investigating this large old abandoned Victorian house. The interior of it was old looking, as if someone either kept the original furniture of the house or the original owners just up and left and nobody broke into the place and trashed it.
But it had the old chandeliers and the old ornate furniture with the flora patterns and dark colors and crap. And the stairs going to the second floor were narrow and creepy. Not sure why they were creepy, but in the dream I wanted nothing to do with them.
Sadly I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but from the point I do remember me and some of the other members are down in the living room or parlor or wherever. It was a large open room that faced the stairs. It wasn't the entry, but it was almost right inside the front door.
We are talking about all of the evidence we had gotten so far and were more creeped out than when we first got there. Supposedly an old woman haunted the place and we had gotten audio evidence of her.
The head of our team was Jason from Ghost Hunters (eww) and he was upstairs gathering evidence while we were talking. Somewhere in the room (It seemed to keep morphing and wasn't really all that clear what shape or where in the house it was.) was set up two tables, both covered in white cloth. On the larger table set on the right was a large floral arrangement. To the right of the arrangement were two plates with cookies on them. Another plate of cookies was on the left of the flowers.
When we first got there the cookies were set out, but some of us didn't want to eat them as we didn't trust them. At the point when we are talking I was really hungry and just didn't care. And another investigator had been eating them all night and mentioned how he was still alive and felt fine. So me and the other suspicious people dug in. On the left of the large table were two crock pots. One was big and one was small. I'm not sure which, but one of them had chili in it. The other one I think had some kind of stew.
The two crock pots didn't have the outer metal part with them, it was just the ceramic parts sitting there. I mentioned this and that without the metal parts to heat them that the food would get cold. As I mentioned it one of the guys was filming the table. Jason came down the stairs and the one filming the table pulled his camera up to film Jason. They then pulled the camera back down and started to freak out.
I looked down at the crock pots to see that the one with the chili in it now had the outer metal part. I backed up a little scared and tried to act like I wasn't and said something about how I did mention that the food would get cold, as if it was the expected thing to do, the metal part just suddenly appearing there to warm it up.
Jason was curious so we all watched the footage. And then he mentioned how that wasn't the only thing that had happened.
Next to the large table was a smaller table. On it I don't remember. I think it was more food. Behind that table was the stove, a thick piece of wood set on the burners so things could be set on it.
On the footage we all saw that the table and oven had switched places. We looked up to see that it really had happened and we were all freaked out (except for Jason, of course, as he seems too bored all the time to even get excited) and wondered how those two heavy things could switch places that fast and that quietly.
And that was when I woke up, my heart beating a hundred miles a second. Luckily it was light in the room. xD And then when I tried to go back to sleep that same dream continued where I left off. I had to keep opening my eyes as I was still freaked out by it. Finally it didn't come back and I went back to sleep to dream about I don't know what.
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