Can this still be real or just some crazy dream?

I had a sexy dream last night. To be honest I don't remember most of it, but the fact that I remember any at all is a miracle lately. Anywho. What I remember is this beautiful, blonde, young woman chases after me, "Sir! Sir!" I turn around and she hands me a piece of paper, "Here's Dominik Hasek's number so you can get more information." I look down and it's a torn piece of notebook paper with a series of numbers on it, they don't look like anything, much less a phone number. THEN, she hands me a SECOND piece of paper and her tone changes to a more sultry one, "And here's mine in case you're interested." I look down, another torn piece of notebook paper, but this one does look like a phone number. As I'm looking at it she starts intertwining her fingers with mine and I look up to find her giving me the come hither eyes. She pulls me in and gives me kiss and I just melted. I take a deep breath and go in for more. Then I woke up. Oh Well.
 
MindRuler said:
I hope you still remember the phone number?
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When I was younger I had a photographic memory and I'm certain I would've remembered it. Now, I hardly remember what I did yesterday, my dreams vanish as soon as I wake up, so the fact I even remember what I do about this one is a miracle.
 
Onhell said:
No, I need to read more, put them in spoiler tags!
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Well, if you insist. I really just wanted to get it out of my head because it me made sick thinking about x)
What I remember... It started with the kid as an enemy in the game Noita (so pixel-art style), like I said he makes you listen to him playing a song on his piano (it's brown, and maybe actually a harpsichord. This is the detail I was afraid of sharing :P, which kills you when it ends.
Then there were some encounters with the kid (now in reality). One time it was in a snowy woods at night, I encountered the kid and he began playing, which paralyzed me. I got into panic and realized what's happening so I tried to get away, then the child got angry and had guards hold me while he kept playing. Then, you know, he stabbed my mouth.

Next one he got in my room and did his thing again. I think here is where my brain decided this isn't fair so I added a clause that the kid is helpless if his piano is taken from him. Additionally there are four monsters that prey on this child, only detail is that they're named after metal bands (Iron Maiden and Spawn of Possession are the two names I remember). Now that my brain is happy, it conjures happy scenarios, like one where I take his piano away and then stab him in the mouth. Take that! And one where the monster appears and it smashes the piano, which leaves the child helpless. The feeling is that I'm in a loop of facing this kid and being filled with horror. Last two scenarios, are one where I try to destroy the piano and fail, and the kid has a sadistic grin as he plays (needless to say, the knife then goes where knives go). The other is where the kid is my younger sister, though there wasn't any action only the idea of it. Seeing people right after you had an evil picture of them in your mind is yuck. Main reason I wanted to detach ASAP from the dream, not that the gore was fun recalling either.
 
I kept having awful dreams all week, so after waking up in the middle of the night once again I thought "what the hell!" and slept on my left side for once. Then I dreamt I was cleaning a shed with my friends and there were a bunch of cool musical instruments there. One of them was like a guitar, shaped more like a balalaika, grey and rusty but damn it sounded beautiful! There was space for many strings, not all of them were there and labels for tuning at the top. Oddly enough the bass strings went C-A-C. The bridge was made of heavy blocks which you'd raise to raise the pitch. It was called something close to bandolin, and I argued with my friend whether it's called that or just a guitar.
 
Edington said:
I think I've finally twigged what my recurring dream about missing Christmas Day means. It's never exactly the same, but the situation is, either I wake up very late in the evening and I've missed most of Christmas Day, or wake up Boxing Day and I've missed it completely, or I reach Christmas Eve and realise I've failed to finish my shopping.
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Happened again last night, it suddenly dawned on me that it was the 23rd of December and I hadn't bought a single present or card. Funnily enough I'd been talking to someone at work and mentioned I was nearly 30, maybe that got me thinking about the dream and my worries again subconciously?
 
I dreamt that I was at a sports club and a friend of mine was getting ready to spar with a girl. I warned him that the girl looked like she knew what she was doing and was probably a kickboxer. The girl gave me this look that said I was exactly right and this reaction made me fall in love with her. Ridiculous, maybe, but there was this feeling of deep mutual understanding. I tried to keep in contact with this girl, who actually reminded me of a female version of myself: tall, blonde, but much prettier of course.
There was a dog involved somehow. I kept going outside to my yard where a dog would attack me evey time. This was a recent change because prior to knowing the kickboxing girl, I knew the dog had been friendly. Nothing more happened, I just woke up with a very vivid image of the kickboxing girl.
 
Had a dream last night that I stayed up all night and then was pissed because I didn't have time to go to bed before work. Then I woke up and was surprisingly well rested.

I also dreamt that I was listening to a Blackwater Park-era Opeth song and I vividly remember the climax at the end where Mikael went apeshit on the line,

Limby
Elixir

Once I was actually awake I looked up what "limby" means and it has nothing to do with elixir. What the fuck, Mikael. So pretentious.
 
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