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I had the strangest dream... Well, let me set the mood. It's 1130am, and I've just burned myself out searching for jobs and playing Hitman (the first one). I drift off slowly to sleep, with the lights off and TV off, determined to wake up more refreshed, so that I can get some cleaning done before the missus gets home (While I am jobless, I decided to take on all the 'house-mouse' duties).

I wake up, but everything is horribly wrong. The colors are all off. The Gray laptop is blue, the areas of the room that are dark are red, instead of black, it's like a hippie exploded inside of the room. I sit up, half in shock, and--

--wake up again. The darkness is black, but everything else is still wayyyyy off. This is one of those dreams where I can control what I do (or at least, I am under the illusion that I can ) I get up, and go to the computer. I hit the power button, and--

--wake up again. The colors are closer to normal. Instead of being hippie-random, they're now just off by a blue-shift, as if I were viewing them while traveling close to the speed of light. Strange, yes? Stranger still, I stand up, and look over my shoulder, and everything is red-shifted (again, in line with relativistic travel). In any case, I go over to the TV, and flick the power switch. It emits this horrible squawking noise, and--

--Again. This time, everything is normal, except for one thing. I said the TV was off, but this time, it was on, showing a blue screen, like I left the DVD Player on with the tray open. Then I hear this booming, deep voice (if you have ever seen the SAW movies, it was his voice) that said “Make your choice.” (A line from the SAW series, the full line is 'Live or Die. Make your choice.'). Before I could do anything--

--I really woke up. What the hell does it mean?

Well, you woke up, so presumably you chose to live.

dogma wrote:Well, you woke up, so presumably you chose to live.

I was hoping that it may have been something more interesting.

Perhaps it was your conciousness struggling back into our material world through the various dimensions which make up our small corner of the postulate multiverse? Still means that you simply chose to live, but it sounds more interesting.

Here's an idea: Don't pick saw to fall asleep on. Just a hunch, you know?

I Say that mabye you watched a movie that was so bad(SAW) that you broke the space time continuem in the privacy of your own home.

Jeez, that was wierd. It would have flipped me out with all the imaginary wake ups.

HaLLuCiNaTiOn wrote:Here's an idea: Don't pick saw to fall asleep on. Just a hunch, you know?

I didn't! I think Divorce Court was on. I hadn't seen SAW since SAW IV on Halloween.

smart_alex wrote:Jeez, that was wierd. It would have flipped me out with all the imaginary wake ups.

It did... I walked about for a few minutes, testing things, making sure that they made the right sound, were the same color I remembered... Definately the strangest dream I have had, even if not the scariest.

Hell's Bell's mate! I hate it when I take a step off the gutter as I am falling asleep and kick my leg spasmodically into the GF. As for the multiple wake-up colour thing..........Gahhh. The 'SAW' voice..... it could have been worse. Rolf Harris singing 'Tie me Kangaroo down Sport!" so I think you got off pretty lightly there...

akira5665 wrote:Hell's Bell's mate! I hate it when I take a step off the gutter as I am falling asleep and kick my leg spasmodically into the GF.

My respective GF just told me to mention to you that I am -also- guilty of that. A guy can't win, eh?