I had TWO boring dreams last night.

The first one was me at work during lunchtime. We were discussing who brought lunch and who would go. I told them I brought, then realized that I didn't and said I wanted to go. Someone said I only wanted to go because they were going, and I was mad because I was being called a liar about lunch.

The other dream was worse. I was online looking at a collection of President Obama photos. There was a theme; in each one it was him, or him and his wife and Biden and his, or some combination thereof, surrounded by religious figures doing chants or benedictions or some shit. They weren't being worshipped, since they were praying too; it was just a black man praying in a sea of like nuns or some shit also praying.

Another boring dream!

I dreamt that my car dinged at me because I was low on gas. This morning I noticed that I was low on gas (I didn't get dinged at yet).

Prophetic!

I just woke up from a dream that I was trying to get ready for school and the only thing in my closet was shirts with Disney characters on them. I was having difficulty deciding whether to go with Mickey enjoying a balloon ride or Goofy running a marathon.

I dreamt that a bunch of people were getting on an elevator but I missed it, so I had to take the stairs.

A little while back, I had a dream where I was on a swing ride at a carnival. And it just kept going round and round, and the only mildly interesting part was that my swing seemed to go way higher than anyone else's on the ride. Round and round.

I dreamt that I bought a chaise lounge and was really stoked about it. It was a nice reddish orange color, corduroy upholstery (I have no idea if that's a good or bad thing but it looked kind of rad). There was stuff on the chaise since I was still cleaning my room.

I later dreamt about T-Pain's hat but that was more interesting.

i think i'm going to start writing my dreams down when i can remember them. i found this in an old email that i'd sent to a friend telling him about a dream.

me and chris tucker tried to rob the Grand casino, almost got caught but had some inside assistance, didn't get the money but got taken off by micheal clark duncan and some other dude in a white car full of weed
that was how the tour of national parks and monuments began, some where in the mix, the guys changed to being the 2 hot girls and then it ended

I originally wasn't going to post this but Tails used it as an example of my dreams always being boring. Which has been true lately. :(

I dreamt that i was watching the news and either the dow had plummeted 3000 points in a day, or it was down to 3000 points. I was nonplussed because I have very little in savings.

god help me :(

Well, I've had a few dreams where I just do every day stuff.
Can't recall too well now since 1. They're dreams, fade easily and 2. They were extremely boring.

But on top of that, not so often anymore but I tend to dream--or I guess it is more of a lucid kind of dreaming than actual dreams.
I tend to half-sleep and dream that I'm doing stuff, i.e. fickeling with my phone or something like that.

Kind of creepy actually.


Don't really know how much more boring a dream could be. :)

I had a dream last night that Mo0 gave me a piggyback ride.

Last night I dreamt that I'd thrown away some beef my brother wanted to cook. Being the sly bastard I am, I ran to the supermarket to search for some replacement beef. I then spent the rest of the dream standing in front of the beef section in the aisle, trying to decide what kind of beef to buy.

I dreamt I was being eaten o_O
But it didn't feel so bad :P

Don't sound that boring to me!

Nah, you're right xD It wasn't that boring. It was just, being eaten seems like a big deal, but it wasn't in my dream!

I had a dream a couple of years ago where I was somehow someway immortal.
And every time at the end of the day, or start of the day, can't recall which.
I would get crushed, or impaled rather by a train with bloody freaking huge spikes at the front.

It started off as a nightmare, but ended in boredom and finally almost awesome.
So it had three stages terror/boredom/awesome.

He was the one having all the fun!

I had a dream the other night where all of my socks had turned pink because I washed them with a red shirt. However, upon going through all of my laundry I couldn't find anything red, so I just sat on the floor completely perplexed as to how it happened.

I didn't even remember the dream until I was putting on my socks that morning and gave a sigh of relief since I found a pair of socks that was white.

One time I had a dream I was just in class doing maths...most tedious dream ever.

I too have had the waking up and getting ready to go to Uni or something, then actually waking up and realising I have yet to do it =(. Such a kick in the balls.

I've had a long running dream since I was 5 or 6 where I'm running along a big multi-colored ramp (kind of like some Mario Kart tracks) in space with Optimus Prime. It spirals and turns, and we basically run all night, or until the dream switches. When I was young, and the first time I had it, it was pretty awesome, as I was running with Optimus. What little Transformers fan wouldn't like that? But after several years, and having run for leagues, its become highly tedious. Just endless miles with Prime. Its taken on something of a lucid quality, where I'll hear (feel?) myself thinking, "Man this is awful, when's it going to end?" and then eventually segue into another scene.

Although I've been out of school for a bit, I still find myself having the damn dreams where I'm sitting in class working on coursework, and fretting over whether I brought my homework, and when the next project is going to be due.

Running with Optimus Prime is not a boring dream...

I always tend to have dreams where I suddenly get a new class schedule, and just continually forget one class and realize at the end of the term I haven't gone to a single class I was supposed to and it just leaves me feeling stressed out when I wake up.

I also used to have a bit in my dream where I'd fall out of the top of a bunk bed and wake up right before I hit the floor. It was weird, it was like it signaled the end of my dreams, my brain would actually become relaxed when I saw it.

It was about this one perfume, Eternity. I'm not sure if it even exists, since all I use is my bottle of Oui, and even then, I barely touch it. But that was the name of it--Eternity. all I remember was the dream was in black and white at this beach in Hawaii or another similar place. It was sunset, which I'm not even sure how I knew, since everything was monochromatic, but whatever. Anyways, I remember a lot of the dream was centered around that perfume and something about following its scent. I think I ended up in a supermarket. I don't recall even following any scents, but just talking about it. And I somehow ended up at the supermarket. Lamesauce. D:
My recent dreams have been quite retarded.

A few days ago, I finally got around to buying a new razor to replace the one I lost back in January. That night, I dreamt about shaving, and how much fun it would be with my new sixteen-blade man mower. I remember delicately trimming at a spot on my chin that I couldn't quite do properly for what seemed like an hour, and then feeling amazingly let-down as soon upon finishing the dream-shave.

What the hell. It's like one of those dreams you'd have at the age of six in the run-up to christmas. Being subconsciously excited about shaving is about as CRAZY and WILD as my aspirations get these days.

Funny. I dreamt about using shaving razors as tools for mowing the lawn. =[ It was rather tedious, obviously. We were wearing straw hats, and the razors weren't even grass-cutting-sized. I think the most eventful part of that dream involved me discovering that a cow lived in our backyard.

My tooth was really loose, and I was wiggling it. It was at the point where it was connected to my gum by just one of the roots, and I could swing it all around with my tongue, but it wouldn't fall out.

I had two more boring dreams last night.

The first was me blowing my nose. I was happy that I was able to get rid of my congestion.

The second was that there was a neat pile of pineapple rings on the floor by my bed, as if someone upended a can of them on the floor. It was frustrating, because I kept noticing the pile but hadn't yet cleaned it up because I couldn't figure out why they were there.