Topic: Sit or Die
Cathy !TGirlYJKXM started this discussion 13 years ago #27,789
I had an odd dream which continues off from another dream (or maybe it was a repeat dream, whatever). I was in a room that had chairs and desks with a window that had a lovely view. I was there with a few other kids since this was apparently a school. A few of the kids resembled the characters of Mickey Smith from Doctor Who and Theon Greyjoy from Game of Thrones for whatever reason. Mickey was getting into an argument with some other black kid. I do not remember too much, but us four were the only ones in the room. We were competing for our very lives. The rules were simple, whomever gets up out of their seat dies.
There was a fifth competitor, but she was eliminated (do not completely recall the actual gender). We each were allowed to have five pieces of (bubble) gum on our desks or else we would be punished. I unfortunately and unknowingly had more than five, at least six. So I took the six piece of gum, put it in my mouth, and then attempted to throw it into the garbage bin in the corner of the room. I missed and it stuck to the floor.
Without thinking clearly, I got up to pick it up and throw it away when the door opened for the administrators who spotted me out of my seat. The other kids started shouting at me things like, "He sat up!", "He's dead! He's dead!", or a combination of both. Then when their security came to take me away, I started screaming and awoke to regret my decision of getting up.
I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors in this thread.
There was a fifth competitor, but she was eliminated (do not completely recall the actual gender). We each were allowed to have five pieces of (bubble) gum on our desks or else we would be punished. I unfortunately and unknowingly had more than five, at least six. So I took the six piece of gum, put it in my mouth, and then attempted to throw it into the garbage bin in the corner of the room. I missed and it stuck to the floor.
Without thinking clearly, I got up to pick it up and throw it away when the door opened for the administrators who spotted me out of my seat. The other kids started shouting at me things like, "He sat up!", "He's dead! He's dead!", or a combination of both. Then when their security came to take me away, I started screaming and awoke to regret my decision of getting up.
I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors in this thread.
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hamfist !2E1ogQqRO. joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 10 minutes later[^] [v] #414,180
I had a dream there was a new subgenre of shota called "glove"
poptart !!PxOpdG1pW joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 2 minutes later, 12 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #414,181
2 celebrities you, and a black kid. Oooh giiirl yamusta been in Heeaveen!!! Hollaaaaaaa
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 3 hours later, 3 hours after the original post[^] [v] #414,193
I had a dream: It starts out with a bunch of us wandering around in Amsterdam. There is a big Minichan meetup, and a bunch of us have flown out to attend. We are basically wandering the streets while Dreamworks and Sim are pointing at random shit that we are supposed to be appreciating, but no one can understand what they are saying for all the street noise. Sim is mostly caught up in telling stories to Dreamworks in Dutch about the horrors of bicycling in London. There are a lot of people with us, and I have no idea who most of them are or why Minichan suddenly has so many users. Killer Lettuce is busy suggesting that Syntax invented most of the new users as part of a reptillian plot, but mountainman is there and keeps pretending that everything KL says is an ad hominem.
Fox is with us, but he is too shy to take off the furry fox head he is wearing even though buspuppie keeps egging him on to show his face. Some guy keeps skateboarding by us and yelling out memes, but after Fats and Leo (who look like a redneck version of Jay and Silent Bob) grab him, he eventually admits he is The Sheep and that he was just having a laugh. There is a big plan in motion to get everyone together down at a cafe, but we have to wander around and find some more people first.
There is some sort of street festival going on around us now, and I can't hear anything. Fake Anon seems to know where we are headed, so I try to keep track of where he is going in the crowd. A few of us follow him up a set of stairs. Walter is walking in front of me. He keeps making Jew jokes. Fake Anon keeps telling him to be quiet, but Walter keeps shouting about Christian Identity. We get to the top of the stairs and there is a little girl waiting for us. She has dark hair and a crazy smile on her face.
"I've been waiting, minions!" she shouts in a strangely mechanical voice. The world seems to ripple around us.
"You've disrupted the time line...", sighs Fake Anon, "Stop doing that."
My eyes adjust. In the dark of the room I can see a young girl. Dark hair. Big eyes. We're in some attic room in Amsterdam. Someone is shouting downstairs. The rest of the people around us run downstairs to see what is going on. The girl approaches me. She smiles.
"Hello minion!" she says. I hear machine gun fire.
The girl looks strangely like Anne Frank. I'm beginning to put this together. The shouting downstairs is getting louder. I look out the window, and I see SS troops storming the building.
"We have to hide!" I say. "Something is wrong. We've moved through time!"
"What are you talking about?" the girl says. She sits down next to me. She pats my leg. I can hear Nazi soldiers shouting to each other on the stairs.
"We have to go now, Anne!" I say frantically.
"No, minion. I am r04r," she says calmly.
"No! You look like a little Jewish girl hiding in an attic!" I scream at her, "We have to get you to safety!"
"They cannot see me as such," she says calmly.
"No!" I shout. "You'll be killed! We can't afford to lose you! We can make it if we climb out this win-"
She cuts me off with a glance. Anne Frank/r04r puts a hand on my leg and gives me a look that says: These are our dying moments. Let's do something special!. I bar the door. We climb upon each other in a passionate embrace. I can feel her hands running all over my body, as if looking for safety. We fall back on the bed. Hands search frantically while zippers and buttons are undone in frenzied haste. For one final moment, we'll be together at last.
Suddenly, the door bursts open! Nazi soldiers come in firing wildly!
I roll off the bed and on top of Anne Frank/r04r while shouting: "They've opened the door! Quick r04r, get on the floor! EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR!"
Fox is with us, but he is too shy to take off the furry fox head he is wearing even though buspuppie keeps egging him on to show his face. Some guy keeps skateboarding by us and yelling out memes, but after Fats and Leo (who look like a redneck version of Jay and Silent Bob) grab him, he eventually admits he is The Sheep and that he was just having a laugh. There is a big plan in motion to get everyone together down at a cafe, but we have to wander around and find some more people first.
There is some sort of street festival going on around us now, and I can't hear anything. Fake Anon seems to know where we are headed, so I try to keep track of where he is going in the crowd. A few of us follow him up a set of stairs. Walter is walking in front of me. He keeps making Jew jokes. Fake Anon keeps telling him to be quiet, but Walter keeps shouting about Christian Identity. We get to the top of the stairs and there is a little girl waiting for us. She has dark hair and a crazy smile on her face.
"I've been waiting, minions!" she shouts in a strangely mechanical voice. The world seems to ripple around us.
"You've disrupted the time line...", sighs Fake Anon, "Stop doing that."
My eyes adjust. In the dark of the room I can see a young girl. Dark hair. Big eyes. We're in some attic room in Amsterdam. Someone is shouting downstairs. The rest of the people around us run downstairs to see what is going on. The girl approaches me. She smiles.
"Hello minion!" she says. I hear machine gun fire.
The girl looks strangely like Anne Frank. I'm beginning to put this together. The shouting downstairs is getting louder. I look out the window, and I see SS troops storming the building.
"We have to hide!" I say. "Something is wrong. We've moved through time!"
"What are you talking about?" the girl says. She sits down next to me. She pats my leg. I can hear Nazi soldiers shouting to each other on the stairs.
"We have to go now, Anne!" I say frantically.
"No, minion. I am r04r," she says calmly.
"No! You look like a little Jewish girl hiding in an attic!" I scream at her, "We have to get you to safety!"
"They cannot see me as such," she says calmly.
"No!" I shout. "You'll be killed! We can't afford to lose you! We can make it if we climb out this win-"
She cuts me off with a glance. Anne Frank/r04r puts a hand on my leg and gives me a look that says: These are our dying moments. Let's do something special!. I bar the door. We climb upon each other in a passionate embrace. I can feel her hands running all over my body, as if looking for safety. We fall back on the bed. Hands search frantically while zippers and buttons are undone in frenzied haste. For one final moment, we'll be together at last.
Suddenly, the door bursts open! Nazi soldiers come in firing wildly!
I roll off the bed and on top of Anne Frank/r04r while shouting: "They've opened the door! Quick r04r, get on the floor! EVERYBODY WALK THE DINOSAUR!"
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Anonymous G joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 10 hours later, 15 hours after the original post[^] [v] #414,246
Has anyone else dreamed they broke their penis? I dreamed that my penis broke.
It was horrible and when I woke up, I had to check.
It was horrible and when I woke up, I had to check.
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I dreamed that I was in a mansion playing an old broken piano and then I got yelled at off my boss for taking too lo g to cook food.
Anonymous I joined in and replied with this 13 years ago, 1 hour later, 18 hours after the original post[^] [v] #414,267
> I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors in this thread.