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- Nairn1
I was sat on some kind of dilapitated football field in bleak, open countryside somewhere. Felt like Northumberland. Ahead of me a white lady was talking to a sad-looking black lady, the latter of whom had brought the ashes of her child to spread across the field. As I looked down, I saw that the field was filled with human bones, by my foot was part of a tibia, half-buried in the ground.
- It's always the cheery dreams that stick in mind for a few days. Thanks, brain.Nairn
- Read books about astral projection. You're most likely traveling to lower planes in your sleep.With a little effort you can control your out of body experiencesBeeswax
- This is something that I've been trying for a while. Only succeeded once, ended up in a lower astral realm where it was full of crazy people and shady typesBeeswax
- drgs1
I had a dream I was wearing this to a dinner party
- StoicLevels0
I dreamed I was in a field playing rap music on my laptop and some punks came over to steal my laptop.
They were smiling and asking to "borrow it".
When I said no one punk started grasping for it but I wouldn't let go. He then sat 9n my back and began thrusting his weight on me but I still wouldn't let go. It was my laptop goddamn it and I wasn't going to let him take it!
Slowly, my grip began to slip and I was becoming tired. The punk had a determined smile on his face. I wasn't afraid but he was heavier than me.
- Nairn1
For some reason I was trying to promote a pub nearby so that I could get a mobile phone which I could then swap for ketamine. I mean already, wat - but I couldn't remember the name of the pub and was suffering the coherent eloquence of the sort of person who finds themselves swapping mobile phones for drugs, so the couple I'd broached in the street looked at me with barely-concealed disgust said "Naa, I don't think so" and walked off as I struggled to remember the pub's name and hunchback like-sidled a few steps after them before giving up.
It's at least 15 years since I last touched ket and there's no such pub near my home.
- scarabin4
I fly nearly every night now. I’ve been perfecting a technique that uses an invisible force propelled from my hands and alter direction by shifting my hands, iron-man-style. Sometimes i can only glide a few inches above the ground, but often i find myself high overhead, doing tricks n shit.
Also, i’m visiting the same place over and over again, a kind of resort in a far away place like Egypt. It’s a sprawling place with theme parks, nightlife, shops/restaurants, pools, and music festivals. I’ve never been there but i know where everything is. It’s a constant map though, and just seems to expand each night. I spend my nights wandering from area to area meeting people and making friends, hanging out with girls. There are agencies there as well and sometimes i’m involved in problem solving for them.
I dunno if my brain is reacting to the unchanging monotony of quarantine by creating persistent spaces and themes or if it’s just gotten lazy and is playing reruns.
- Do you ever feel like you're on the precipice of failure when you're flying? Like, you stop believing for a second, your gut sinks and you fall out of the sky?Nairn
- Sometimes I make it out half way across the North Sea ir Atlantic, before I wake up.
Sometimes I fall into the ocean.Nairn - Same here. Ive been flying but no one else in my dream can fly with me.StoicLevels
- It's an awkward kind of flight with some fear and doubt attached.StoicLevels
- ...but also curiosity and wonder. Quite a thrill and thanks for reminding me with your post. I almost forgot again.StoicLevels
- it absolutely is linked to how confident in the enterprise i’m feelingscarabin
- I fly in my dreams, to escape my dreams. I remember past dreams within dreams.
I also telekinesis in dreams like its second nature. When I wake up...Sellies - I feel depressed I can't do them in reality.Sellies
- Telekinesis would be fun to play with! Haven’t had the pleasure yetscarabin
- +1 Sellies.
Not goint to lie - when I was about 15 I tried to 'channel the energy i felt in my dreams' to fly. Fell flat on my face.Nairn - Whoever says they haven’t tried to summon the TV remote like Excalibur is lyingscarabin
- https://www.youtube.…imbecile
- don't you have to touch excalibur? mjolnir, maybe?imbecile
- I was thinking of a scene in Excalibur (1981) where Arthur reaches his hand out, says “Excalibur” and the thing flies into his grasp. Maybe i made it up though?scarabin
- Old Jedi trickscarabin
- i don't think i've seen it. i'll have to look it up. thanksimbecile
- I used to have fantastic dreams: flying, time travel, lucid visits with dead people. Now: duller than life. Bank lines and laundry.nuggler
- Covid vaccine + dreams of flying. There's only one explanation. https://m.youtube.co…monNom
- Are you high/microdosing on something?drgs
- Pre-bedtime Cheese.Nairn
- Haven’t microdosed in about 6 months but i do enjoy a bit of indica around bedtimescarabin
- drgs0
My average dream:
I'm dreaming I'm at a dinner party (again, no sailor suit though). For some reason there is a plate of excess grated cheese. I'm completely shitfaced, trying to stake away awake and I'm eating the cheese with a fork.
I arrive at my hotel at 4AM. I need to leave at 6AM because I have an early flight. Like in all of my dreams I fail to account for 1 hour boarding time, so I miss my flight.
I'm hungover, I've had 2 hours of sleep, and I'm barely staying awake at some strange airport -- I don't even remember where I was going.
Fuck this shit, why can't I have scarabin's dreams?
- that cheese is not really cheese, it's cocaine. stop doing it and you will stop dreaming with grated cheese. easy.oey_oey
- SteveJobs2
Rarely do I dream and when I do it's even more rare that I remember the dream.
Last night I dreamt that I was in this small french restaurant with glass-tiled walls and ceiling - the details were very specific for a place I've never been before or seen anywhere.
All of a sudden a massive cloud of smoke and debris began to move above and then fell upon us and swallowed us whole and everything went black. Everyone panicked. It was absolute chaos and felt like the end. But it wasn't. Moments later we stood outside in the snow, talking. And then I'm standing in a bathroom with ornate molding and decorations combing my hair.
And that was that.
- Wow. I always wondered what experiencing pompeii would be likescarabin
- scarabin1
I was a Witcher, exploring an old castle-like school by floating and flying through the rooms. I was snarling at werewolves (who are apparently our born enemies) as i went by and they’d get all riled up and snarl back but they couldn’t do anything ‘cause i’m so badass and they can’t fly. I had such a cool coat, wish i owned that thing IRL
- drgs0
I had a dream I watched a movie with Harrison Ford, who plays an early investor in cryptocurrencies. He goes back in time to buy Bitcoin, but then he meets himself and all hell breaks loose.
Name of the movie? "FORD1"
- scarabin1
I woke up screaming, my girlfriend shoving me saying, “wake up! You’re having a bad dream!” I mumbled something about what it was about and went back to bed.
This morning over coffee she informs me i had been shanked in a zoolander-style walk-off. It all came back and i recalled vividly, i was literally on a runway and while passing my opponent he fucking shanked me over and over again, prison-style.
I’m pretty sure it had something to do with seeing this post and watching a doc about him https://www.qbn.com/reply/400953…
- How was the doco?
You need to illustrate these dreams. :-)PhanLo - Good! It’s on amazon https://www.amazon.c…scarabin
- Decent! I'll defo give it a watch.PhanLo
- How was the doco?
- Nairn4
So I ate way too much cannabis chocolate last night at work which only really kicked in on my way home around midnight, so a bit of a weird sleep.
I remember a dream quite vividly from sometime this morning:
Cruzcampo - a shitty Spanish beer brand - had rebranded itself as the name of the town I lived in in Spain, as a kid. The can was quite designery, red with the name in white text, and a hand-scripted A below. A small Cruzcampo logo sat in the top right corner (can cans have corners?) to reassure people of its provenance, I guess.
I was in the small hallway of some English-style house I've never been in before, the front door to my right, the door to the living room to my left. For some reason, this living room represented the town in Spain I lived in. A friend who also lived in this town, and who I've not seen in more than a decade was there, and I was showing him this can. We were both elated.
So far, so banal.
For some reason, I then removed my penis, which was massively engorged and placed it on the top of the door frame of the front door, whereupon it ejaculated all over the door representing the Spanish town. For some reason, my friend wasn't entirely horrified by this, nor I. What was horrifying is that I looked out of the front door to see a client walking up, with her kid and husband following behind.
With the still-dripping and still somehow erect and dislocated penis on the top of the doorframe, I hesitantly welcomed my client in and behind her, the others followed. Her son was in crutches. My friend and I shared panicked looks just as my client turned around, looked up and saw the somehow still erect penis dripping cum on the top of the door frame. She looks to her partner, then back at me and says "Perhaps we should come another time?" and then leaves.
I awaken, somewhat perplexed.
Now, the funny thing.
My partner wasn't too pleased at my turning up a bit wrecked last night, despite the fact I had genuinely been working my ass off for over 12 hours straight, but she was in a surprisingly chirpy mood this morning when we got up.
I do all my morning chores and then pack to go and as I'm putting my shoes on she asks "Who's Eve?". "eh? I ..er.. don't know anyone called Eve. There's [old mutual friend] Evie? or Eve online, which I've never really played. What's the context?" I ask, walking into: "You mumbled her name as you had a dirty dream last night". "Oh". Shit. Absolutely no recollection of that. "I don't know any Eves, that's weird - Adam and Eve?" Sounds like I'm dissembling, so I leave it at that, trust that my genuine confusion has answered her suspicion, then GTFO to work.
Clearly she thinks I was out on the piss with someone else last night, rather than trudging through a job I grossly understimated the size of... .
- oops, crikey that was long.Nairn
- Haha!futurefood
- I've just checked and the Cruzcampo branding is written at an upwards angle, just as the design re-jig was in the dream. Strange what memories stick.Nairn
- Client come back tho?cannonball1978
- haha, we'll see. I can't quite remember which client she was - but I'm fairly sure she's not married, and certainly doesn't have a son with a broken ankle.Nairn
- sarahfailin1
Last night I dreamt I was outside a corner store and there was a fat man in a worn, plaid shirt and worn pants and shoes standing next to his car. Inside the car was his kid, who was naked and had an emaciated shoulders and arms and a distended stomach, and he was tearing into a bag of literal garbage, eating whatever he could find inside.
I was shocked and upset to see this and so I asked to bring them inside and I bought them both chicken schwarma sandwiches.
- fadein1112
Is there a dream thread? Oh well, here will do.
Anyone else have dreams about QBN members (oo-er) you've never met?
Last night I dreamt I went on a long weekend to Berlin with Nairn and his partner, we had become friends but it felt awkward. It went on for hours (or seemingly days) in intense detail.
So we arrive in Berlin and it transpires Nairn is involved in a new hard to describe airport payment system, basically if you have a ticket, when you land you insert it into a machine and a £100 voucher comes out to spend in shops, cafes and bars in the local vicinity.
So we land (memories of the outward flight are vague, one of the black spots of the dream) and we go through the usual immigration etc. Then Nairn has to meet his contact about these airport voucher machines, it transpires that he has been offered a job with the company who makes the machines, unfortunately he doesn't get the job but we both insert our tickets into the machine and get our vouchers.
This is where it gets a little weird. We go for a nice (free) lunch and get a bit pissed. Nairn's partner is only vaguely present, all I remember is very pretty but very short, likely under 5 foot. She isn't that involved in the narrative though.
So we eat lunch, and get a little refreshed and decide to go sightseeing in Berlin. But instead of Berlin, our locale has morphed into some weird London / Berlin hybrid. The buildings are all mostly London-esque and everything is based around the Thames, it's also borderline Victorian era London. A bit creepy and Jack the Ripper style.
Anyway it gets a bit vague here again, I know we got lost and walked the streets for a long time trying to find somewhere we were meant to be, to no avail.
Then the next vivid memory jumps back to the airport. We get on our flight back. Other stuff definitely happened before this but it's gone from my memory which is annoying.
We land back In the UK and get a taxi home, but not home, instead to a flat I owned 15 years ago in Moseley B'ham. When we all arrive very tired, there is a party going on in the flat. People won't leave, they are very friendly but I don't understand why they are in my flat.
Then it reaches it's conclusion, I check some draws and find a box full of all my favourite pens. Someone (have no idea who) has done a pooh in the box and I am disgusted, feel sick. I voice my concern to Nairn.
That's pretty much the end. I wake up and feel like I've actually had a weekend break away it was that vivid and intense.
Am I having a breakdown?
- I'm presently trying to work out how to tell my partner that someone from 'that forum' dreamt that she was under 5 foot tall, which is utterly delicious.Nairn
- hahafadein11
- I cut and pasted this from the blog thread I was about to post in, forgot to delete the first sentence dohfadein11
- As long as neither of us got our lads out, attached or otherwise, you're good. I need to know more about the voucher system tho - sounds like something's thereNairn
- Was Nairn about to confess to being the pen box shitter? And the Berlin escapade just a diversion?Fax_Benson
- Let us know if there's an ep.2Fax_Benson
- lol, I keep getting these crazy dreams, had one recently I wish I had written down in detail, would've made a great film. Must be delayed lockdown effects or sofadein11
- somethingfadein11
- You're not having a breakdown, you're totally fine. But you are focusing WAY too much mental energy on QBNnb
- possibly, but the dream was generally very enjoyable until the stool episode.fadein11
- lol, we all know who the pen box shitter was.garbage
- I have had a QBN dream, but it was about funkage and I've actually met him irl. Solid bloke and we had a car wreck together.garbage
- Also re: the partner and "that forum" really tracks.garbage
- no breakdown, just dreaming about a possible future where we organized a party called Kerningman 2020 Berlin and u know the rest.sted
- lolfadein11
- Kerningman is the funniest thing I'll read all day.garbage
- +1Nairn
- There's really only one way to know for sure. Did the offending deuce have a vague (yet familiar) fermented pong of kimchi?Continuity
- Pong of kimchi? This is the thread that keeps on fucking giving.garbage
- hahafadein11
- Pen-box poo bump!Continuity
- mantrakid3
It’s a humbling experience to know–without a doubt–that the thing you’ve been dreading your entire life is actually possible. Staring with naked eyes right at the undeniable truth has a way of bringing one to their knees.
The trumpet sound blared again, unmistakeable in its intent. This was not a way to communicate... it was too universal, too primitive... ancient compared to the vast sight of metal and lights, sequenced like nothing natural. The sound was a threat... or maybe a taunt. Designed to intimidate and frighten any who heard it.
I stood there with my heart breaking, my mouth still agape at the immensity of what I was experiencing. There was no hope... there’s no way we could fight against this. Machines filled the sky and everything between them and the soil was in limbo, just waiting for what the machines would do to it. It’s not even fear at that point, or maybe there are veins of fear running through it... but the feeling is dread. The dull ache of hopelessness ripping strips off my soul like hangnails.
But in amidst all the dread and panic and hopelessness was a spark of denial. Maybe that’s what makes us human in the first place: this ridiculous tendency to convince ourselves to just try anyway... to go down swinging, or maybe just distract ourselves from the descent into madness by giving ourselves the straightforward task of doing whatever we can to survive just a little bit longer.
As those thoughts crossed my mind, I witnessed the first great red laser sweep from the belly of one of the machines. It was wide — two or three blocks wide — but thin like a curtain or thin red sheet with the sun behind it. It swept at a queasily steady rate, geometrically perfect movement that steadily evaporated everything and anything that it passed over. It left behind nothing but earth, and even that was a trench over 500 feet deep.
It was inescapable. I thought of my wife, and hoped to the universe itself that she was safe somewhere and that I’d be able to reach her somehow. I looked down and my son’s face was buried in my jacket, his hands clinging to my sides, pulling the fabric hard around his face. Seeing him snapped me aware, gave the moment meaning and for the first time I forgot everything and became singularly focussed on what had to happen next. I got down on one knee while jerking him away from my body and put my face directly in front of his while grabbing him by the shoulders.
“Buddy. It’s ok. You have to stay close to me, we have to find somewhere safe.” I looked in his terrified eyes... mine were desperate and pleading, marinated in bravado. We needed to survive.
- drgs1
Here is something for dream interpreters:
I'm at an airport, waiting for a friend/colleague to pick me up. She arrives on a Vespa-type scooter. It's winter time, close to midnight, a cold, northerly wind is blowing outside and the trip to the city goes through a mountain rich area. I have no idea how she arrived here to begin with, but we start loading my bags at the back of the scooter, and I realize my backpack with my laptop is missing. Instead, I have two of the same bags.
I look into the contents in one of the identical bags: it's all my stuff, but something is odd. Some of the things I was sort of saving for later, some are completely new. Knowing my future plans, I realize this bag belongs to my future self. The future version of me was traveling back in time (to my present time) at the same location.
Upon further investigation we find out that I live in a nearby hotel. We go there, the staff recognizes me, I go into my room and here is what we find: a set of artificial eyes (I swear they were looking back at me when I was studying them), several small bottles of red and yellow paint/polish, a set of drill bits, Christmas décor. I'm in full panic: am I a cross-dresser? The door knob starts to turn and I wake up...
Discuss
- Nairn1
You were a bit-part in a dream I had last night, drgs - for some reason you popped in to describe your ideal woman, an image of which presented itself in full clarity, but I'll have problems describing it here: very wide-hipped (like incredibly), traditional dressed woman with long boobs hanging out and over her clothes, but bound together creating one single boob, a small elongated head with no facial features (like, at all - but also, somehow, not just a blank smear of skin) with a beehive haircut.
Three of them. I don't know why.
You weird pervert.
- Salarrue1
What a nostalgia trip... So basically I dreamed that in the future Instagram will have an option to download and publish your memories in your feed. When I did it I remembered people that I have forgotten, revisited moments in my youth and spoke with people that have already passed away...
- Fax_Benson2
Had a dream that I can barely recall the other night, the crux of which was that I was being forced to punch my brother repeatedly in the face, otherwise something even worse would happen. Woke when the horror of breaking bones in his face became unbearable.
