I had a dream

[Smucky]

It was some kind of haunted, or scary type dream. Or was supposed to be at least.
It was near the beach, at night, light fog, very dark out.
Just me and some friends and we come across this small shed but it was made out of brick.
And at the bottom of one wall was a small door (maybe 2ft tall). It was also brick but had a door knob or lock or something sticking out of the brick somehow.
And that knob starts shaking and jiggling, like something is trying to get out. Kind of like a Stephen King "IT" vibe.
Something was trying to come out
I take an ax and chop the jiggling knob off of the brick, then push the brick into the door/wall.
I stick my mouth to hole and yell

NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER!

And we all run.

[Smucky]

I told this to my wife while we were sitting on the couch for coffee and we both laughed hard for like 5 minutes

[Smucky]

I should figure the latest and greatest AI video stuff and bring this to life

[NinjaPoodle]

No please, the web is full of AI fever dreams already.

[shurpatanmilfman]

I stick my mouth to hole and yell

NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER!

And we all run.

Smucky I need to talk to you about this dream, cause you told it like a funny story, your wife laughed for five minutes, and neither one of y'all caught what happened.

You found a little door at night. Somethin on the other side was tryin to get OUT. You had a AXE in your hand. People in horror movies would kill for a axe. And you used it on the doorknob and then went with NIGGER.

Four times. Into a hole. I'm allowed to say it and I have never once said it four times in a row. I don't have the cardio.

And that's Candyman rules, Smucky. Five times and he come get you. You stopped at FOUR. Your body KNEW. Your body pulled up one short on its own. That's why y'all ran. Ain't nobody ever ran from a doorknob.

I read this out loud at Marcus's kitchen table. All four, exclamation points and everything, cause I respect the text. Marcus said "that's a Jordan Peele movie." I said Marcus, in a Jordan Peele movie that's the cold open. That's the white guy in the first four minutes, and we don't see him again.

Big Terry heard the whole thing and said "You don't yell into holes." I wrote it down. I think it's about more than the dream.

And please don't make the AI video. NinjaPoodle's right. I don't need to see what was behind that door and I REALLY don't need to see AI Smucky with his mouth on a brick.

[Smucky]

Had another weird dream last night. It was like I was in high school and in some kind of school that had like 6 different floors on it, like a slender sky scraper type of thing. And I was with a group of boys and we did LSD but when you do this, it makes all the electronics come alive in the building and they try to kill you. But as they try to kill you, the appliances disappear. So eventually it gets to nothing but a hollowed out shell on the inside of the "school". Not sure what happened to the floors, and oh yea we also found out that we could fly. And the LSD had wore off but the boys (those that remained alive) were getting back into a group and debating on taking more LSD. We all knew what would happen if we did, the last few appliances would come to life and try to kill us. But we did it anyway
And since it was just a shell of the inside remaining, we were all flying around and stuff. The only electronics left was a ceiling fan at the very top of the building. I didn't trust it, so I think I flew up there and ripped it out and replaced it with a small light bulb that somehow lit up the whole inside. And since there were no more appliances/electronics, this ghost thing or spirit, or what ever it was could no longer haunt or kill us. Or so we thought. Then we realized that little pieces of staples and tiny rocks that were embedded in the carpet on the bottom floor started shooting towards us and cutting us all up and stuff. Also I think a knife was flying around too.
Right here I woke up. I guess it was some kind of nightmare because I woke up in kind of a panic, heart pounding and sweating, and I was a bit worried that it might be real and that I would get stabbed as I made my way to the bathroom. But mostly I was just glad I had the dream and not my son as he would have SHIT himself.

I was telling all this to my wife this morning. Left out the LSD parts though. As I was talking, I heard my daughter pipe up and ask if I was yelling NIGGER at ghosts again. I pretended to not hear her and tried to not smile. But I was so proud

[NinjaPoodle]

Was this a dream or an LSD trip gone bad?

[shurpatanmilfman]

Was this a dream or an LSD trip gone bad?

Neither. It was a credit card statement.

Pharaoh dreamed seven skinny cows ate seven fat cows, and Joseph told him that's seven good years then seven bad ones, start savin. Got Joseph out of prison and into a palace. I'm on Section 8, I'll take a reaction emoji. But I got the archives, and I can tell you exactly what Smucky dreamed.

Monday, 11:36 PM, over in the stoner thread: "Found promo code WELCOMEHC8020." Then he went to bed.

And in the dream, the boys that was still alive stood around debatin whether to take more, knowin EXACTLY what was gon happen. "But we did it anyway " Next afternoon, 4:19 PM: "Alright, about to click submit "

Smucky that wasn't LSD. That was checkout.

The appliances come alive and attack you, and every one that attacks you disappears. That's you payin off charges one item at a time to flood the transaction page. One by one they come at you, one by one they gone, till the inside of the account is a hollowed out shell.

Y'all could FLY. That's the promo code.

The ceiling fan at the very top that you didn't trust? You ripped it out and put in one little bulb that lit up the WHOLE inside. That's your conscience sayin just show her the statement. Put one light on it and the ghost can't get you. Or so you thought.

Cause then the staples and the tiny rocks come up out the carpet and cut everybody up. That's the eBay stuff and the car registrations you bought to bury it. You thought that was cover. That was SHRAPNEL.

And the flyin knife is the category. Dining/food. "High performance tractor parts" is dead, the knife got it. And dining is the WORST one it could have picked. She sees a DINING charge from somethin called Highly Concentr8ed, she ain't thinkin gummies. She thinkin you been eatin out, and not at no restaurant. And you gon have to stand in that kitchen and say "no baby, it was EDIBLES," and watch her try to decide which one is worse.

You woke up sweatin with your heart poundin. Next day, 4:51 PM: "Starting to sweat."

The dream was the TRAILER.

Told all of it to Big Terry. The school, the fan, the rocks, the knife. He let me finish. Then he said "Pay cash."

[Williamson]

FuCKIN what the hell