Name Tone the Bone (aspiring producer) E-mail TonyBrand@aol.com Answer: Answer: Man, this one's a toughie. I have a very vivid imagination, as you already know. Plus, I have a really hard time remembering my dreams. Hmmm...ok, I got one. So I'm talking to God, right? I'm in the heavens and I'm face to face with "The Man." But the weird thing is, heaven smells like butter. As I get closer to the omnipotent one, I get a clear glimpse of his face. Yeah, that's right. God was Orville Redenbacher, the popcorn king. I woke up upon seeing his face. And to this day, everytime I pass one of his products in a store, regardless if it's "light" or "extra butter," I shoot the box a sign of the cross. Amen Orville, Amen.

 

Name steffenee (aka thy dungeon man) E-mail Answer: Since my weirdest dream stories tend to intertwine with my most interesting sleep-walking stories, I'll give a quick run-down of my personal favorite. It started with one of my yearly colds that had made me miss school as well as a few Christmas dinners (obviously, it was getting serious). After the end of the second week, I figured that I would try a bit stronger medicine and tried some that included codeine. It turns out that I wasn't quite prepared for what followed. The dream primarily consisted of me waking up from a previous dream (which I won't go into at the moment) to the sounds of a beeping horn in the drive-way. All of a sudden, I realized that it had come - the limo to take me to my own nomination as President of the United States had come and would most assuredly not wait long. I had overslept something important! Immediately I ran downstairs and outside into the bit of cold (this was late December) and proceeded to run around in circles in the snow after, dead serious, I saw a limousine parked right in front of the house with the US flags at the front. Anyway, after a few laps around my little path, I quickly made my way back into the house trying to get some breakfast so that I could get back out to the limo, which I was sure had left already. My mother then came out and somehow convinced me to climb back into bed and relax. I found out the next morning that my final words had been, "Mom.....mom, you....you'll just have to tell 'em. You'll......you'll just have to tell 'em that I can't....I just can't be the President of the United States." At the time, I thought this had just been a dream, but it turns out that it had all happened (sans the POTUS limo stuff) pretty close to what I had remembered in the dream. I don't know that I'll ever forget, though, the romp in the snow when I almost became the President of the United States.

 

Name Chris E-mail Answer: Answer: Well, I rarely remember my dreams, and even when I do, they don't stay around long in the old memory banks. But I have some funny stories, like Nick that include sleep walking and talking. My best friend Kyle used to be an avid sleep walker, while I occasionally delve into the sleep talking world. As you can imagine, this can make for tons of fun when the two of us are together. One night at my house, Kyle got up to walk and slammed right into my window. He of course asked me where the door was, and I quickly responded with, it's on the opposite wall behind you, even though I was not awake. I have no recollection of it, but Kyle was jostled enough to half wake himself up and notice what had happened. Needless to say, we still laugh it up about the time when I had to sleep talk to direction my sleep walking friend.

 

Name Scott Block E-mail stuff@....org Where do I start?  It was so messed and bazaar.  It started out being near a low rental district house (reminded me a house in Lubbock, late 70?s, early 80?s).  It was the only house in the middle of a field.  Seamed so surreal.  There was a beautiful full moon about midway up in the sky as I descend down in the abyss.  The house seemed to be under government lock down.  They?re where a few guards spaced here and there.  Not really sure the exact reason, but I was able to enter the house with no questioning.  I walked in the home, every thing gave me this weird ora.  The carpet was made of some weird bluish green grassy, kind of like shag carpeting.  The walls seamed to be a greenish black tint, heavily damaged.  Not sure what was the exact cause of the decay of the house, but it didn?t seem to be cause naturally.  So I continued deeper into the house, by this time I noticed the house was a lot bigger then it looked from the out side.  There was this one room that drew my attention as I walked though the house.  In this room were 2 or 3 guards, and one person lying on the bed.  The bed was positioned off to the right as I entered; the room seemed to be that of a little girl?s room.  It was not messes at all, considering the decay of the rest of the house.  The room had a weird lighting, hard to describe.  I think the device that was hooked up to her caused it.  They?re where a few wires that where leading into this weird round thing.  All the wires seamed to becoming from nowhere out of the device.  What I mean is as I inspected it; there was a metallic like liquid in the center of the ring (like mercury).  This seamed be constantly rippling do to the wires coming out of the middle of the device.  I also noticed the liquid center was paper-thin.  I then decided to walk around some more in the house.  To see what else was going on.  To later come back as some one else?             Well I continued my journey, I seamed be no longer walking.  I suddenly came upon a beautiful woman.  She had silver hair, lovely skin (slightly pail), the eyes that you just sink into and forget about the shit around you, toned ass, and the bosoms of a laundurey (under ware, you know the fancy stuff women ware) model.  She seamed to be striping, or had already stripped for some on lookers.  I didn?t get a good look at the views for I was captivated by her as well.  I sat and watch for quite some time.  She seemed to be staring at me more and more.  I was not sure what to think of this at first.  I then laid down to watch her more.  When I think about it now, it seemed like a long time, but I really just think a few seconds pasted.  She then sat on my hand, and looked over at me.  The words she uttered where incomprehensible by me.  Maybe it was her beauty; maybe she was speaking a language I could not understand.  But her eyes drew me in, the next thing I knew I was laying in her embrace crying in her amble bosoms.  Not really sure why, or how I just felt so sad.  Maybe it was just the joy of being in her arms, or the weight of reality had finely broken my sprit.  What ever it was, the silver haired goddess took me into her arms and seamed to make it go all away.             Being in her embrace, I started to see images of another world, or was I really at these places, I could not tell.  First one I saw was of the room with the weird metallic instrument in the middle.  This time I decided to see if I could enter it.  I first stuck my hand though, nothing seamed to happen to it as I pulled it out.  So I figured that the rest of me would go though just fine.  I moved the wires out of the center of the metallic center, began to insert my body into the middle.  I felt this weird rush all over my body.  It felt like warm water running on my back, but I had this feeling all over.  I then appeared to be floating in space, in view of two large fleets on the breach of battle (they where in the middle of an asteroid field).  I was then some how immersed into one of the ships, lessoning to what seemed to be the captain of the hexagonal shape ship.  He was talking in English, but I hear like gibberish in the background (witch leads me to this it was being translate to me).  He was talking about how he fleet should be able to over power the enemy fleet.  Just at that moment I was out side viewing the fleet powering up it weapons (they where blue, and building up lots of charge with in the hexagonal shaped front).  At that same moment (I was sent across the battle ground), the other fleet had thing odd thing, it seamed to making a tare in space.  The source of this power was this silver haired beauty I saw earlier.  Except she encapsulated in what appeared to be an asteroid.  She had lots of wires coming out of her, and she too was hooked to a similar round metallic object.  The wires once again where going though the mercury looking core.  She looked as though the life was being sucked out of her, so I decided to try and save her.  I once again entered the mercury like substance.  I end up in the strange hallway.  The decay of the hallway was similar to the first house I was in, except this place seemed to be more high class.  I saw the wires that appeared attached to the silver haired temptress.  So I decided to fallow them to their source.  As I was walking I came to another hallway, a splash of what appeared to be blood shot across my path from left to right upon the adjacent wall.  I had walked upon a murder taken place.  I just notionally walked by.  As I passed, the figure of two women and what appeared to be a boy is all I recall. The two women appeared in drenched black robes.  The boy was twitching still, but his face had been sanded off, in such a manor that it looked like he had a big smiley face that stretched from ear to ear.  He didn?t appear to have any skin; had some raggedy clothing and what appeared to be the remains of a mallet top.  The two women where poking him, and say how cute he looked.  At that moment I felt a sharp discus in my body.  I felt like throwing up, but couldn?t bring my self to do so.  I continued on my journey, so woe was I, just having seeing such a disdaining sight, but I had to find the source of the wires.  I had to save the woman that had inactivated me. Note: to whom ever reads this, this was a dream I had on Oct. 9, 2003.  It was much more vivid then what I have typed up now.  As I was typing it up, the details seamed to slip away.  Also from the grotesque manner in witch the ?boy figure,? was killed caused me to awaken suddenly from sleep.  The sharp pain was not just in my dream, but also felt when I woke up.  I did try going back to sleep to try and fill in gaps, but the image of the boy just kept me from try that.  Also if I was successful in get back to sleep, the dream would have been alter by the shear fact that I realized that it was a dream and in knowing that fact I could control the dream.

 

Name Funkoshima E-mail ashep2@yahoo.com Answer: My weirdest dream ever was the result of prolonged contact with Nando and Bossboyx.com. It occurred last fall, when Frenado and I were sharing a room with Kevin, an unfortunate circumstance we rarely talk about these days. Nando had taken it upon himself to educate me in the ways of James Bond so that I would be prepared when Die Another Day was released, so we were in the process of watching every Bond movie ever made. Concurrently occurring was the painful, ill-fated BBXIQ2, where I was making a fast and deadly looking comeback from my last place start. These two events took up most of the time I wasn't using to do homework, so it was only a matter of time until they seeped into my unconscious. One night, it finally happened. I dreamed that Borm was using bossboyx.com to control a satellite with a death ray of some kind attached to it. The controls, however, only appeared on Nando's laptop, which I can only assume Borm had. However, Borm and I weren't the only ones interested in the laptop, as I often spotted Chaz Mailey skulking around trying to get his hands on the laptop too. My mission was to find out what Chaz was doing and possibly stopped him. However, it turned out that Chaz was a secret agent, sneaking around all Shaft-like trying to recover the stolen laptop from Borm, so I teamed up with him and we attempted to breach Borm's headquarters, which consisted of the closet of a room he lived in last year. Pretty lame for an evil villain. However, I woke up just as we were breaking into the main room of 203, so I'll never know whether or not Chaz and I succeeded in recovering the stolen laptop satellite bossboyx.com control center. It's a very tragic tale.

 

Name Chuthor E-mail krillin66@netscape.net Answer: Answer: This one is easy! Alright mine starts with me in front of a dart board, and I'm playing darts by myself. So I'm there just throwing darts, when all of a sudden there is a huge rumbling. The walls start to crack and shake. Plaster and paint is falling down all over, and it sounds like an elephant is getting closer and closer. Then BAM! Something comes bursting through the wall, I can't see anything because there is dust all over, but I hear a distinctive, "Ooooooooooooh YEAH!" Its no other than the Kool-Aid Man. He has arrived to challenge me to a game of darts! So we square off and have a dart competition. We go through our darts and I'm on my last one, and have a chance to tie the score. As I throw the last one, the dart board is destroyed as I hear some evil cackling. It was Rita from Power Rangers. She came down to wreak havoc. Needless to say, the Kool-Aid man was pretty pissed at having his game interrupted. So now I had to battle Rita. She started flying around the room like bad guys do in video games, and I had to shoot her down with the darts. I would throw them but she dodged them like she knew what I would do next. I got a few hits in but her life bar was still pretty full and I was getting tired from all the dodging I had to do. I thought I was going to lose. Then Kool-Aid Man yelled out to me, "Use my multi-flavor POWER!!!" He infused my darts with magical Kool-Aid powers and I was able to shoot them rapid fire like, 5 at a time, and they would stream out in multi-colors like Kool-Aid. Rita was no match for this was was eventually vanquished by the Kool-Aid Barrage. Moral of the Story: Don't drink too much Kool Aid before sleeping, sugar can give you nightmares.