Dream With Me

It helps if I dream

Also if I remember about tumblr.

And well, I have been dreaming, but somehow they’ve been a lot more mundane recently…that and I don’t have any striking images which have stuck in the last couple months.

oatmeal:

How I interpret my beverage options on an airplane

So. True.

That awkward moment when you trip,

arronasham:

 But then you just play it off and pretend you’re swimming.

(Source: beattyyouasong)

damnthatswhack:

damnthatswhack:

Ellie Goulding - Lights (Bassnectar Remix)

…reblogging myself because you need to hear it if you like the original.

non-compos-mentis asked: What is the name of your "other" tumblr? And are you possibly following in-flagrante-delicto? [shameless advertisement]

Hmm…I shall not say (but it’s the one with the moustache which I’m not posting anything to). So yes, I am following that bit.

pleasedontbreakit:

senorbigwood:

reinru:

everywaybutone:

donut-slut:

a wall

cool

Lamp?

Light works on Vampires. Idk.

fuck yeah a bed

speakerss everybody knows a zombies true weakness is dubstep ;)

oh yeah, toy wii gun, i’m gonna kick some ass

Jesmona Old Fashioned Black Bullets. Yes, I will take mint candies which are much less fierce than their name suggests and suck on them until the zombies go home.

This dream started before where I start, but I’m only going from where I can remember. :p

     In a hair salon with my friend N and someone else who I can’t remember. We’re hanging out there for some reason. At one point one of the employees (female, kinda cute) comes up to me and starts cutting my hair. She realizes it after a couple seconds and is like, wait, what was I doing? She apologizes and I just ask her to finish the job. We get up from the entrance waiting bench and end up at her hair cutting station which happens to be a giant poofy chair. N and I then proceed to cuddle in this chair while my hair is cut.

     Once the haircut is done, I rush outside for some reason. Someone picks up N and I and drives us somewhere. There’s a blank in the dream here.

     In a convenience store resembling Walgreens, I end up buying a skateboard. This skateboard magically disappears for a while in the dream. Well, I also do too as there’s another blank space in between here and the next bit.

     At this point I’m in a race with a bunch of other people. I am barefoot and am able to run through forest without my feet being cut. There is a large group of us who are, after a while, being chased by people on motorcycles. They try to come up and tag each of the runners and if they tag you, you’re out for this leg of the race. There are about 5 or 6 people, myself included, who avoid being tagged and move onto the next part with bicycles. 

     Only bit of the bicycle race part is running into the person in front of me so that they would go off course and I could get to the finish line first. It worked, but then they kicked my ass in the last section of the race, which was with a skateboard.

     The skateboard section I have no memory of. What I do remember is us all gathering in an abandoned military base. The people who actually finished the race were all supposed to be sitting on a small, solid concrete circle at the center of the gathering area. All the other people were supposed to stand back. Although I had finished the race in second place, I didn’t want to sit on the stone as all my friends including R and N apparently hadn’t reached the end. 

I woke up at this point.

dirtylittlefreakz:

raindropprincess:

fortheloveofgallifrey:

mysterysongs:

BAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD I’M DYING. THIS SONG. THAT WEEPING ANGELS GIF. OH MY LAWD.

 THE GIFFFF OH MY GODDDDDDD AHAHAH

IT HAS BEEN SO LONG SINCE A POST HAS MADE ME LAUGH THIS HARD.

My brain just melted. Good melting. The sort of thing where it explodes and sets off an incessant string of giggles.

burupaparu:

adriofthedead:

idginator:

ladynyoko:

timeonmyside-:

soosaarry:

rawrxmonster:

magnetic-rose:

heroobsessed:

DYING.

OMG

 LMFAO

SCREAMING

 HOWLING

CAN’T BREATH

LAUGHED TOO HARD. HURTING.

This person WINS AT TUMBLR.

fantastic.

…Marry me?

(Source: deactivatedbye)

Oh, the Oscars were on?

My bad.