The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
Don't surf FurAffinity.com before going to sleep?
Sounds like you need more drugs man, your dreams are starting to get a little tame now aren't they?
You want to be a big fat thing that covets respect while getting it in the ass and you want someone to do it for you.
Either that or it's just a dream and it won't make sense untill you get a little piece of blotter on your tongue and you are initiated into godhood and you'll forget all about it anyhow when you wake up.
Been a while since I read freud but there are numerous wiccan type mbs that caters in interpreting dreams. How about an involuntary troll?
I think this dream is pretty self explainatory...
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
Elephants are a metaphor for your memory. The male elephant is your explicit memory
1, the female elephant is your implicit memory
2. Since you were dreaming and unconscious you identified with your unconscious memory processes—the female elephant.
The petrol station represents convenient, unhealthy food that contributes to and arises from the conflict between your two memory processes. This is the context for the strife in your memory.
Your conscious memory processes are overriding your unconscious memories. This is why the bull has the female on a chain. Usually your unconscious mind will abide or otherwise be harmonious with your conscious intent, hence the spreading of the tremendous elephant labia. But, in this case your implicit memory processes are fighting back. Which is why you fisted the bull's urethra (seems a tad painful).
As this takes place at a petrol station it means that your explicit memories are likely being influenced by proponents of unhealthy food which leaves your entire being in want of nutrients. Which is why the bull had a difficult time getting his cock in. Your implicit memories remember the association between times when you had a healthy balanced diet and the corresponding improvements in your general wellbeing. It's tired of getting fucked over by the lack of nutrients resulting from your conscious memories that compel you towards shitty eating habits.
Stop eating so many doritos and drinking so much beer, it rapes your intuitions.
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1—Explicit uses of memory: Conscious efforts to recover information through memory processes.
2—Implicit uses of memory: Availability of information through memory processes without the exertion of any conscious effort to encode or recover information.
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
It says you should probably lay off the acid til your brain cools down.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 29, 2007, 01:09:58 AM
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
It says you should probably lay off the acid til your brain cools down.
Where's the fun Rog?
Quote from: Lysergic on October 29, 2007, 01:36:27 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on October 29, 2007, 01:09:58 AM
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
It says you should probably lay off the acid til your brain cools down.
Where's the fun Rog?
In my pance.
Duh.
Quote from: Netaungrot on October 29, 2007, 01:05:18 AM
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
Elephants are a metaphor for your memory. The male elephant is your explicit memory1, the female elephant is your implicit memory2. Since you were dreaming and unconscious you identified with your unconscious memory processes—the female elephant.
The petrol station represents convenient, unhealthy food that contributes to and arises from the conflict between your two memory processes. This is the context for the strife in your memory.
Your conscious memory processes are overriding your unconscious memories. This is why the bull has the female on a chain. Usually your unconscious mind will abide or otherwise be harmonious with your conscious intent, hence the spreading of the tremendous elephant labia. But, in this case your implicit memory processes are fighting back. Which is why you fisted the bull's urethra (seems a tad painful).
As this takes place at a petrol station it means that your explicit memories are likely being influenced by proponents of unhealthy food which leaves your entire being in want of nutrients. Which is why the bull had a difficult time getting his cock in. Your implicit memories remember the association between times when you had a healthy balanced diet and the corresponding improvements in your general wellbeing. It's tired of getting fucked over by the lack of nutrients resulting from your conscious memories that compel you towards shitty eating habits.
Stop eating so many doritos and drinking so much beer, it rapes your intuitions.
____________________________________________
1—Explicit uses of memory: Conscious efforts to recover information through memory processes.
2—Implicit uses of memory: Availability of information through memory processes without the exertion of any conscious effort to encode or recover information.
:mittens:
I would have gone all Freud, but the Furry shot was too good to miss out on.
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
You have Space AIDS.
Too much junk in your trunk.
I knew there had been something missing from my life for the past while.
And now I realize, it was Silly.
Tragically, TTM's prognosis sounds about right. You probably have about two days to live.
There's a certain element of anxiety here. The petrol station, the male elephant, the need for acquiring or being "filled up" in multiple senses of the word. The anxiety comes from what IRL would be a simple act being more complex or difficult than usual.
Still, just my own take on the dream, looking at more central emotion rather than the imagery.
How did the urethra feel?
Quote from: Ten Ton Mantis on October 29, 2007, 02:44:42 AM
Quote from: SillyCybin on October 28, 2007, 01:58:33 PM
The following is totally true:
So I had a dream last night. Even for me this one was weird. I'm an elephant right, but a female one and I'm being led on a chain, around the back of a petrol station to be fucked by a bull elephant.
So he gets over the back of me and this huge, prehensile elephant cock is wriggling about but he can't get it in so I reach down with my (human) hands to try and spread open my female elephant bits (like the wommenz in the pron videos do) but my fist slips right up dumbo's urethra.
Anybody have a clue what fisting elephant jap-eye says about my mental state?
You have Space AIDS.
:lulz:
in addition -
googling "space aids" resulted in the following image:
(http://i184.photobucket.com/albums/x279/BlessedBesse/bin/freshblood.gif)
Quote from: Cain on October 29, 2007, 01:42:04 AM
:mittens:
I would have gone all Freud, but the Furry shot was too good to miss out on.
Thanks Cain.
I think the International Masonic Conspiracy: Interweb Branch may need to do a fake science article.
Also, LOL: Space AIDS.
I have to ask, had you purchased gas that day, or were you planning on doing so the next?
'Cause I think a lot of people feel elephant fucked after fueling up here lately!
Quote from: Richter on October 29, 2007, 03:29:44 PM
How did the urethra feel?
plush
also: space aids are confirmed. I have five of them apparently
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:fnord:
:Bump:
.. cos I felt I should say hi.
I'm currently spending 24/7 trying to accumulate all the money in the world and thus end capitalism as we know it, so I don't have much time to post, but I do lurk around occasionally.
*Bump for pixies benefit*
Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on October 30, 2009, 05:16:18 PM
*Bump for pixies benefit*
'ankoo p3nt.
less pr0n and cheese before bed, would has been my advice 2 years ago!
BUMP
I've got one to throw out to the group.
This dream plays out movie style, like I'm watching it all happen 3rd person. It's about these two manhattan project scientists, one male and one female, who get drunk at a cocktail party (For some reason at a hospital) and go upstairs for sloppy sex. As they are getting it on atop one of those inconveniently narrow gurneys, they start to slip, and fall ass over kettle to the floor.
The guy is knocked out. This does NOTHING to stop the action, and the lady moves down to the guy's waistline, only to discover a distinct lack of peen.
In fact he's a chick.
In fact he had been hiding this and mimicing the presence of wang by some how slight - of - handing a dead chimpanzee with SERVERE pattern baldness all over it's body, and somehow despite drunkeness and a roll in the hay, it's taken him going unconscious before this became apparent.
She fails her sanity roll, and looses consciousness.
...and thus the dream ended.
My interpretation: Stop eating vindaloo before going to bed.
I went on a long holiday with loads of my old school and Uni friends in my dream. I definitely remember going to Estonia and Lithuania. There was some sort of massive party going on in Tallinn which was fairly awesome. We were then meant to go to Moscow, but somehow ended up in Afghanistan, which wasn't half as dangerous as most people make out, though it was very hilly.
Basically, my subconscious knows fuck all about geography or current affairs.
:argh!:
OK, last night's dream - very odd. To the point I'm starting to wonder if I maybe I've forgotten something, and it's only coming through in my sleep.
I once had a dream where I was in a white room, and I was performing really simple tasks, like stacking bricks and writing my name on a piece of paper... in crayon. Then people in white coats would come over and pat me on the head and say stuff like "well done" and "you're doing really well dear", in spectacularly patronising tones.
I think this means I need to post less on PD before sleep.
Quote from: Roaring Biscuit! on November 18, 2009, 09:15:56 PM
I once had a dream where I was in a white room, and I was performing really simple tasks, like stacking bricks and writing my name on a piece of paper... in crayon. Then people in white coats would come over and pat me on the head and say stuff like "well done" and "you're doing really well dear", in spectacularly patronising tones.
I think this means I need to post less on PD before sleep.
*pats you on the head*
That was a very good post.
Quote from: Doctor Rat Bastard on November 18, 2009, 09:16:49 PM
Quote from: Roaring Biscuit! on November 18, 2009, 09:15:56 PM
I once had a dream where I was in a white room, and I was performing really simple tasks, like stacking bricks and writing my name on a piece of paper... in crayon. Then people in white coats would come over and pat me on the head and say stuff like "well done" and "you're doing really well dear", in spectacularly patronising tones.
I think this means I need to post less on PD before sleep.
*pats you on the head*
That was a very good post.
Beat me to it! :crankey:
:walken:
I dreamt that I was holding a fish in my hand.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on November 18, 2009, 09:27:14 PM
Quote from: Doctor Rat Bastard on November 18, 2009, 09:16:49 PM
Quote from: Roaring Biscuit! on November 18, 2009, 09:15:56 PM
I once had a dream where I was in a white room, and I was performing really simple tasks, like stacking bricks and writing my name on a piece of paper... in crayon. Then people in white coats would come over and pat me on the head and say stuff like "well done" and "you're doing really well dear", in spectacularly patronising tones.
I think this means I need to post less on PD before sleep.
*pats you on the head*
That was a very good post.
Beat me to it! :crankey:
*pats you on the head*
It's Ok Roger You'lll have a chancRRRRRRRrargggagggggggg,....
(http://boneandspine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/amputated-hand.jpg)
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
Quote from: themeninss on November 18, 2009, 09:38:00 PM
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
I don't know. I have the same problems. Maybe that's why it bores me to tears whenever people insist on telling me all about their dreams. They make sure to include the most mundane details too.
"What do you think it could possibly mean???" It means that your brain is fucked and you should kill yourself.
:crankey:
Quote from: Iason Ouabache on November 18, 2009, 09:55:37 PM
Quote from: themeninss on November 18, 2009, 09:38:00 PM
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
I don't know. I have the same problems. Maybe that's why it bores me to tears whenever people insist on telling me all about their dreams. They make sure to include the most mundane details too.
"What do you think it could possibly mean???" It means that your brain is fucked and you should kill yourself.
:crankey:
:lulz: I know exactly what you mean.
I had a dream about not having a dream. WHAT COULD THIS MEAN?!
knowing me it's prolly lack of sleep but saying that i've been off with an injury at the mo so no redic early swimming sessions for me. so naturally i get about 2 hours more sleep
granted that's still not much sleep but surely it would make a difference if lack of sleep was to blame?
can i comfortably rule out lack of sleep?
Quote from: themeninss on November 18, 2009, 09:38:00 PM
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
do you smoke pot regularly- this suppresses dream recall I only ever get fragments and the occasional dream. More so if I've cut down.
YOU'RE FUCKED FOREVER
Quote from: themeninss on November 18, 2009, 09:38:00 PM
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
That's pretty normal as far as i know.
Quote from: Pixie O'Fubar on November 19, 2009, 01:14:05 AM
Quote from: themeninss on November 18, 2009, 09:38:00 PM
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
do you smoke pot regularly- this suppresses dream recall I only ever get fragments and the occasional dream. More so if I've cut down.
not regularly, i prefer to drink it's more readily available.
Quote from: Cramulus on November 19, 2009, 02:39:53 AM
YOU'RE FUCKED FOREVER
shouldnt that be forever fucked, cram?
i'd have to say that one of the best things about working rotating shifts is that when i'm on midnights, my dreams are awesomely awesome. vivid, cool, sometimes lucid.
Quote from: Pixie O'Fubar on November 19, 2009, 01:14:05 AM
Quote from: themeninss on November 18, 2009, 09:38:00 PM
:| never seem to remember my dreams. could there be any reasons for this?
do you smoke pot regularly- this suppresses dream recall I only ever get fragments and the occasional dream. More so if I've cut down.
I haven't had that issue, but it may be because I keep a dream journal. I started it when I was learning how to dream lucidly.
I still haven't had a lucid dream, but then I haven't been following the regimen for it like I was supposed to. I can remember my dreams pretty well though.
Last night I was being tested for some sort of intiation, and some bastard kept putting spiders on my t-shirt when he thought I wasn't paying attention, to scare me. I don't like spiders, its true, but even in my dream I just flicked them off and gave him an evil look. My dream antagonists are retarded.
Quote from: Cain on November 19, 2009, 08:56:54 PM
I still haven't had a lucid dream, but then I haven't been following the regimen for it like I was supposed to. I can remember my dreams pretty well though.
Last night I was being tested for some sort of intiation, and some bastard kept putting spiders on my t-shirt when he thought I wasn't paying attention, to scare me. I don't like spiders, its true, but even in my dream I just flicked them off and gave him an evil look. My dream antagonists are retarded.
What regimen were you trying?
The one where you test reality every hour by either looking at your hands or re-reading something to see if it said the same thing. Stephen LaBerge's technique, I think. I just forget to do it every hour.
Quote from: Cain on November 19, 2009, 09:02:05 PM
The one where you test reality every hour by either looking at your hands or re-reading something to see if it said the same thing. Stephen LaBerge's technique, I think. I just forget to do it every hour.
Ah, yeah mine was similar... Trying to change the color of the floor every hour and keeping the dream journal...