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To have my way with Nicole Kidman..

Mad hatters in jeans wrote:so basically you're going to become a politician?
and i said something bigger? surely you don't have that many unfinished projects?

Erm, counting only ongoing ones, seven.

Counting abandoned ones that are still kicking around somewhere, probably close to twenty.

My dream is to take over the world BUT according to my plan I need 20.000 dollars MINIMUM,so.. It's going to take a while.

Last night I dreampt I downloaded Minecraft. I need to eat more of whatever I was eating when I had that Chinese Waterpark Dream.

Conserative Morality wrote:To become a writer.

Yes !

And die as a hero in combat. Dying of old age in a bed doesn't really tempt me.

To have a girlfriend finally.
Or at least a girl to be attracted to me.
And then power, wealth, a cult of personality, and to actually write the books I want to write.

Neo Arcad wrote:I had a dream once, in middle school, that was probably more awesome than any dream I've ever had.

My principal (who everyone hated) turned into a fire-breathing, ten-story-tall Tyrannosaur, and started eating people. But then, everyone grew wings out of their shoulder blades, and we could fly. So we got blaster rifles (don't ask, because I don't know why), and started shooting at it. But the only way to beat it was to go back in time and kill an even bigger T-rex. So we built a time machine, and went back to the Cretaceous with a nuclear rocket launcher. I chased down and shot the T-rex with the nuke, but I was too close and I had to try to outfly the explosion. Right when I got to the time machine, the explosion hot on my heels, I woke up.

I've always wanted to make it into a movie...

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My principal (who everyone hated) turned into a fire-breathing, ten-story-tall Tyrannosaur, and started eating people. But then, everyone grew wings out of their shoulder blades, and we could fly. So we got blaster rifles (don't ask, because I don't know why), and started shooting at it. But the only way to beat it was to go back in time and kill an even bigger T-rex. So we built a time machine, and went back to the Cretaceous with a nuclear rocket launcher. I chased down and shot the T-rex with the nuke, but I was too close and I had to try to outfly the explosion. Right when I got to the time machine, the explosion hot on my heels, I woke up.
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I felt the stuffiness in the small room, the ceiling fan couldn’t take that away or the heat that constantly made a new layer of sweat bead on my face, neck, and back. My heavy breath fell against my pillow and left me feeling dizzy from the smell of my toothpaste scented mouth. I tried to divert my mind away from the heat and began to think about school.
“High school is kind of boring with its everyday typical everything. No more fun field trips like we used to take in elementary and middle school. Middle school was terrible with that stupid tyrannical principal. Gosh I hated him. His pet peeves controlled him. One of those was people not washing their hands. He used to stand in a stall in the boys bathroom, wait till someone went in there, and just stood there waiting until someone forgot to wash their smelly hands. Then he’d chew them out and give them a detention for “spreading contaminated germs everywhere. Gosh dang it.”
With that my mind entered a dream and left my body unaware and to suffer alone in that dreaded heat. I found myself in a hallway in my old middle school. I could hear lockers shutting and brand new sneakers doing their cliche sound of squeaking on the tile floors. Some random kid bumped my arm as he tried to squeeze around me and what seemed to be millions of kids dawdling through those undersized tunnels of claustrophobia. I wandered over to a my ancient locker. 212. My fingers played with the lock until the combination did its usual magic. A folded piece of paper fell out of the locker and landed on the floor were kids carelessly trampled it. I rushed over to save the paper accidentally knocking some little 6th grader into being at the mercy of feet. I grabbed the paper and opened it cautiously.
“Time Machine” followed by detailed instruction in how to construct the futuristic looking metal creation.

Neptunian Moons wrote:To have a girlfriend finally.
Or at least a girl to be attracted to me.
And then power, wealth, a cult of personality, and to actually write the books I want to write.

I agree with the book part

That depends. I have a lot of otherwise normal dreams that rapidly become quite weird because I'm naked, or female, or a computer, or something (and nobody seems to notice or, at least, care). It'll be sort of like I'm having a dream about surfing NS, going down to the corner store for some cookies, oh and I'm also a giant birdlike creature that flies everywhere. And my parents are all like "No feathers on the carpet please, Elysia" and "Go help your father with the washing-up and try not to molt in the sink." (One of the things I've noticed is that it's really hard to actually accomplish anything in dreams. The simplest actions feel like running through water.)

But there are also legitimately weird dreams on occasion. Like the time my body started crumbling to bits and all I felt was a vague itching (that was a bit freaky). Or the time I dreamed about my apartment (which I was living in at the time, and knew like the back of my hand when awake) and got every single detail wrong including the number of family members. And I once woke up with after-images of being on a boat in the middle of a flooded desert, surrounded by a tightening knot of animate cactuses that had amalgamated into a hive intelligence.

Oh, did you mean aspirations? I guess I'd like to become God. Although without the whole responsibility thing.

Becoming an Australian citizen.

I swear dude, just 8 more years. 10 max.

for peace on earth

To be an optometrist.

To destroy america and its allies.

I'm working on getting that doctorate in law that I've had my eyes on since I was six.

A restored Yugoslavia.

-to achieve financial independence to do what I like
-to travel and discover myself
-to have fun in life and hopefully affect someone positively

Eiggam gnit Gn wrote:-to achieve financial independence to do what I like
-to travel and discover myself
-to have fun in life and hopefully affect someone positively

=) Smile a lot then!

Arinthinae wrote:

Eiggam gnit Gn wrote:-to achieve financial independence to do what I like
-to travel and discover myself
-to have fun in life and hopefully affect someone positively

=) Smile a lot then!

that takes effort, just get other people to smile for you.

I had the wierdest dream ever:
In my dream, the whole world finally realises it's corrupt. It bans drugs strictly, throws out the wars, and finally gets over their useless borders. Finally, one as far away from reality as possible. Good Dream!

Merriwhether wrote:I had the wierdest dream ever:
In my dream, the whole world finally realises it's corrupt. It bans drugs strictly, throws out the wars, and finally gets over their useless borders. Finally, one as far away from reality as possible. Good Dream!

did you drug the water supplies? i guess it could happen that way.

Mankind reaches its ultimate goal of claiming the stars for themselves, we are made of the universe, and it therefore seems fitting that we leave our planet and conquer it. I simply wish I had the ability to really SEE the universe before a I die, not from a spyglass but rather actually be IN it and explore it physically, plant a flag on a new world in the name of humanity and all that it stands for, help the species progress on its goal of exploration and expansion throughout the galaxy.
That'd be a dream come true. Setting aside all conflict and all hate and combining our resources to expand, improve, and create.

My dream is to have a nice job, find someone nice to marry, and give our kids a nice education. None of it needs to be amazing mind you, just middle class niceness.

To become a musician. Or, moreso, to become a successful musician.

For now my dream is to be accepted into the University of Texas and obtain a degree in either journalism or marketing.

To assassinate Julius Malema and Jacob Zuma before the AWB does.