Your Dreams, what are they?

[Eiggam gnit Gn]

-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!

Hehe, thanks.

[Eiggam gnit Gn]

To eat Apple, Steak AND Onion pie.

all of these ingredients in one pie?

[Arinthinae]

To eat Apple, Steak AND Onion pie.

all of these ingredients in one pie?

Dude thats gotta be nasty!
But hey if its ur dream! lol

[Aquitayne]

To become a United States Marine.

[Auremena]

All of them dead and never to be realized.

[Arinthinae]

All of them dead and never to be realized.

Who dead???

[Volatilis votum]

Do you want the short and sweet version, or the agonizingly long excruciatingly detailed version?

[Volatilis votum]

All of them dead and never to be realized.

"Here lies Squidward's hopes and dreams.

[Vorond]

Edit: Oh, THAT kind of dreams. Curse you, english language.

[Meryuma]

One of them is to complete the album I'm in the very early stages of making.

[Cameroi]

just a bit of land without building codes out in the boonies somewhere forested and mountainous, with lots of trains and internet and no cars, stressful cultures, ideologies nor beliefs, in on a world not dominated by them either.

or at least room for some kind of work space, and thick enough walls, but distance would be even better, not to have to hear someone else's idea of entertainment.

[Wazkyraque]

I don't know.
I haven't been able to remember my dreams for months.

[Mad hatters in jeans]

Edit: Oh, THAT kind of dreams. Curse you, english language.

very dirty

[Lackadaisical2]

well... last night I dreamed about CENSORED, and then we CENSORED, whats that...? Not that kind of dream?
Oh, well my dream is to be a hermit living in the wilderness farming the land by myself and wandering around in the surrounding wilderness, but also to drink every beer on earth.

[Georgizm]

To have a fuck load of money and do more or less what I like.

[Retrindium]

Do you want the short and sweet version, or the agonizingly long excruciatingly detailed version?

ALL

[Retrindium]

I don't know.
I haven't been able to remember my dreams for months.

[Arinthinae]

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...

Hey Guys! This is what I've written about this one so far!
Comment!!!



Inspiration:

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.

Sorry havent gotten a chance to finish it yet! Will try to soon!

[Arinthinae]

Do you want the short and sweet version, or the agonizingly long excruciatingly detailed version?

ALL

Exactly!

[Idealismania]

I have a little book I write the actual dreams I have down when they really stand out or are very vivid. I have tons of them because I've been writing in this book for years. One kinda dark dream I had that you could make into a story or poem was about this older guy that had a mental condition where he had split personalities. He was usually very nice, but his other personality was very cruel and evil. So people were afraid of him and avoided him. He basically had no friends or family and couldn't hold down a job so he lived in a small trashy apartment he paid for with social security. His only companion was a cat that he loved very much since the cat seemed to be the only one to understand him and accept him.

One time the old guy came to on the floor and realized he had blacked out for a while. He looked everywhere for his cat but couldn't find it. Finally he found it in the closet beaten to death and hung with the light bulb cord. He just broke down and cried.

I woke up very upset and disturbed from that one. I have tons of dreams, and most of them aren't so morbid but a lot of them are about the end of the world. I just thought that one was disturbing enough or sad enough to make a poem or story about.

[Idealismania]

You just made my day. So, it's agreed. We all go to the U.K. this Summer and kick some Redcoat fanny.

I've always wanted to make somones day! ;D
so it's settled, let's all go to the UK, and have a war with some red coats

on my way!

[Idealismania]

I always wanted to be a novelist. Now i'm an english teacher. Every now and then, I send work out, hoping to get them published. I'm content.

That's so cool. I'm going to school right now to be a math and science teacher. I've also written a book and I have more in the works, but I haven't been able to find anyone that wants to publish it. What kind of material do you write?

[Idealismania]

I don't know.
I haven't been able to remember my dreams for months.

I noticed when I started writing them down as soon as I woke up, after I while I was able to remember my dreams more and more. Maybe that could help? Or maybe you're not getting enough sleep?

[Melapolis]

If one of your greatest dreams (goal or anything etc.) could come true...what dream would that be???
I'm looking for something to inspire me to write a poem or a prose on. I'll post it when I'm done! (that's if ya's give me somthen good to write about!)

Well my dream would to be able to work in Yellowstone. To be able to put on my hiking boots each day. To get dirt under my nails and spot a few Grizzlies along the way! What I wouldn't do for a chance to snatch up a job to work with a researching team that got to be on-site 95% of the time!

[Tsarsgrad]

All of them dead and never to be realized.

"Here lies Squidward's hopes and dreams."