Dreams you've had

That would make a good movie!

Something else occurs, the cult leander is a hypnotizing dude-thing that turns to stone while he talks to you, but he's really a puppet, and the Chucky dude is in the basement handing from chains, but the cult leader is COOPERATING WIHT HIM and torturing himself near death.
The Big Gnome spies get word back, and eventually attack with bombs, I think.
I know the mosters(that happen to look like Fetus) start shooting at them.
The Gnomes drp HUGE BOMBS. The cult's base is actually miles and miles underground nad the surrounding villiages are doomed.
littl ravenous monsters eat tons of people, a Knight in full armour is being carried off, but then notics the little caged monstors are in a cage-tunned thing, but are spilling out the end, he seals the entrance with a door or something and his metal gauntlet and says something like "don't let my loss be for naught!"
THis kind of peters out and we're with my family and the best friend until I was 12's family.
Boredom sets in, no one wants to watchmy videos, and something....I go downstairs....
somehow SHATNER may have been involved with the cult Nemoy may have been the leader???
I DO know the dream ends out with them not wantign to show footage of them, all has-beens making a crappy video on a boat "captains log..."

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First of all, I hate horror. I hate horror, not big on science-fiction. Something like Pan's Labyrinth is the last thing I want to see, and that's a predetermined opinion based on nothing except for that crazy dude with the eyes in his palms. I don't even know what the plot of that film is supposed to be about. I just know that I hate it.

So.

I have this dream this weekend that I'm looking at my gums in the mirror and right above my upper teeth, I see two eyes sunk into the gums, one each above an incisor.

Instead of getting scared, I'm mostly "Well, holy shit, ain't that something" about finding eyes in my gums. I close my real eyes and realize that I can't see out my gum eyes. So I put my palms around my mouth for a few moments and then move them away fast, trying to see if I can get the pupils of my gum eyes to dilate.

Nothing happens, and I keep messing with them. Finally, I try to open them all big and wide, not sure really of which muscle I'm supposed to move to do this. My brain throws some switch and before I know it, my left gum eye has actually popped out of its gum socket. That, and it's still connected through the socket by a tendon.

The eyeball's in my mouth and now I'm freaking out. I can feel the eyeball move, "looking around", giving a weird butterfly kiss on the surface of my tongue. I finally spit the eyeball out of my mouth, cannonball fashion, and it hits the wall with a big bloody mark. And now I'm bleeding from the mouth.

And then I wake up.

So. Feel free to provide your own interpretation here.

My interpretation: horrifying.

I'd give my eye teeth to never have a dream like that.

I'm in a football stadium, and I go to the men's room to take a slash. It's one of those huge men's rooms with the washbasins in an island in the middle, and the urinals along three walls. The place is packed. Thierry Henry is there, and he's urinating but at the same time waving his junk, so there's drops of urine raining all over the place. From across the room I shout "Non! C'est ne pas un car wash!".

Me and my brother (not really my brother, just some hillbilly lookin' guy) are staying at my parents' place (not really my parents' place.) Our "mom" (some sort of Carol Brady lookalike) is making us pallets to sleep on in the living room. Me and Bro say, "But what about the Cottonwood Room? Can't we go sleep up there?" She sighs as she's about to put a pillow in another pillowcase and says, Yeah. Of course, I haven't slept up there in ages.

We get up there and it looks like a smaller version of the room Dave Bowman went to in 2001. No windows, lots of ivory and cream fixtures, very bright. Brian Wilson is in there, as a matter of fact. "Oh, you two want to stay up here for the night? No, that's cool," and he pushes past us through a door with a bunch of cameras hanging off of it, not unlike the Dennis Hopper character in Apocalypse Now.

The bed is this huge baby-blue King size mattress with no blankets or sheets. And on the bed is Elvis -- not looking so good. His blue eyes match the bed and they're kinda rolling around in his skull. His hair's all matted and as loud as the room is bright, starts singing The American Trilogy. Those horns and the background singers echo off the mirrors and shiny light fixtures. Except, Elvis changes up the lyrics a little bit and sings, "In Dixieland, on one cool Tuesday morning..." and scoots a model airplane at the end of the bed with his foot into a Lego model of the World Trade Center....

I look at my hillbilly brother. He looks at me, well, slackjawed. And as he's looking at me with big saucer eyes, his fake teeth fall out from his gums and drop to the floor.

THE FUCK DOES ANY OF THAT MEAN.

It means you were too hot and needed to wake up and throw off some covers.